It's now morning. I see the other two girl coming to us. I know their names. "Hi guys." Skye says. I know they want to talk to us. We start talking and laughing.
We decide to start packing. We have to leave in 3 days. We are packing now so we can have fun for the next few days. I'll miss this camp. Even though we ended up in the isolation camp, we still had some fun together. It's ok. At least we are all going to the same Middle School. We will have lots of fun together. I'll have some friends again. Happy world.

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At The Art Camp
RandomAnna. Hailey. Ciara. Skye. Four girls. Different talents. Anna loves to sing. She dreams of being a pop-star. Hailey likes to draw. It's her dream to see one of her drawings in an art museum or gallery. Ciara loves painting. She wants to become a...