"come on" he fiercely told me as he pointed towards an abounded camping cabin.
"u-uh sure" i nervously stuttered. i was a little freaked out at this pointe. james is a weird boy, that looks way older then i am, telling me to go to a run down cabin in the middle of nowhere. good job adalyn. good job.
when we got inside, i instantly noticed the ratchet smell of burnt wood. i looked around and noticed that there was a hole in the roof with black marks around it from a fire.
"jeez what happened here?" i questioned.
"not sure" james responded.
