Brooklyn and Sammy just got out of the tunnels. As she was getting out, the pink haired teen claimed, "Well, nothing down there. Maybe if we went north?"
Sammy interrupted, "Or, MAYBE, we can RETHINK the whole "follow the vent" strategy."
Brooklyn interrupted, "Sammy, I got a gut feeling about this." The girl with the flowered shirt started to get annoyed. "Just like when I unboxed—"
"I don't care about what you unboxed!" Sammy yelled, started to get REALLY annoyed about how Brooklyn's acting, "This isn't one of your videos. We're not TRYING to get views."
"But you asked for my help," Brooklyn reminded her.
"Yeah, and you're not helping!" Sammy yelled with anger coming out of her voice, "You're taking over! Don't you get it? Everything that MY parents, and THEIR parents before them worked their ENTIRE lives for is in REAL jeopardy if I don't get some answers! This isn't a game!"
Brooklyn realized how hurt she made her friend by making this whole investigation her matter, "I was just tryna help, I—"
"It's my fault. I was wrong to ask you. I'll do it myself." Sammy walks away with anger streaming through her body.
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Camp Cretaceous: Its death time (rewritten)
HorrorI have written this story before. But over time, I have become a better author, so I will be rewriting this story in a better way. This is all from my perspective as I made myself as one of the characters.
