Camp

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Foreword
Hi, my name is Viktoryia Panutsa. I tried very hard on this book and I hope you enjoy it. I don't like to read long prefaces from the author, so I think that you don't like it either. My book is going to be a little scary, but don't worry, this won't happen to you. Enjoy reading!!!

I found myself in the forest, all alone. The forest was dark and scary, it seemed to me that my breath would stop from fear. I know that someone is walking in the forest, it makes me terribly ... It was very quiet, I heard only my loud breathing and the pounding of my heart. Mom, where are you? ... I said this in my head, because it was unbearably creepy that someone would find me. And suddenly I woke up. Indeed, these were the hands of my mother. She was scared to death and looked at me. I was scared too, but not like her ... It turned out to be a dream ... Suddenly she said:
"You're going to camp soon, so pack yourself!"
"Horayyyyy!!!!"
I was glad because I will go with my best friends. Soon enough, I forgot about the terrible dream.
"Mom, buy me some sweets and let's go to school!" I said.
"Okay son, let's go"
We went to the supermarket and bought a lot of goodies! I was glad that I would go to the camp, because it was my first time !!
After the supermarket we followed to school. There were only seven people in the school, I knew only two of them. They were my best friends. Lone and William are my best friends !!!
"Guys, do you know the name of the counselor?" Lon asked.
"I know her name is Leela," William replied.
"I heard that in the camp, we will be in the forest. It's already scary, what if a MANYAK attacks us?!?! " I added with a sneer, I didn't take it seriously
"Don't worry, Karl." said Lon.
Yes, my name is Karl.
"Okay, I'm kidding," I replied, no longer in patience.
We went to the camp.
My friends and I indulged in our warm tents. Meanwhile, our counselor went into the forest.
"Where is the counselor?" asked William.
"I went to the forest," I replied.
"Weird," William said in a low voice.
A lot of time passed, but our counselor still did not come. We decided to make a fire and fry the marshmallows. We soon fell asleep. I dreamed two dreams, but more I remembered the second, the same dream that I dreamed at home. I woke up and started screaming, my best friends woke up from my screaming. I didn't tell them the nightmare and lied. The clock was 6 am. We decided to see if the counselor came, but she was not there. I wanted to call my mom but there was no connection. We ate and began to tell stories.
Lon suggested: "Let's get to know other people?"
"Lets do it!" I answered.
Lon, William and I went to meet other people. There were many girls there, but they were very brave (too much).
The girls said that they decided to go to the forest and find a counselor. Everyone agreed with them and at 7:43 we went to the forest. What do you think? We're lost! We all walked together and suddenly we saw that Alice was not there (Alice is one of the girls). We all started looking for her, and found ... She was dead, there was no pulse. The girls stopped being brave and screamed. We started looking for a way out at an accelerated pace, but that's why people started to disappear more often. Soon we began to notice more and more oddities, there were crosses on the trees. They were painted with red paint. At each new step, more and more began to smell of flesh. She began to stink so much that we closed our noses. My best friends and I were left alone. We have already regretted a hundred times that we went to the forest. We decided to stand with friends in a circle and join hands, and then run in the opposite direction. We ran to the tents and cried.
"Let's go to the track and ask for a ride," Lon said.
"Certainly not to die in the forest," I replied.
"My hair is gray with fear on the way," William saw.
I was sure that I also have quite a few gray hairs on my head. We went to the track but there were no cars. Suddenly one car drove up to us and gave us a lift to the school. There we told everyone to the director and the director called the police. We asked to call our parents and they took us away. I never went to camps again.

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