This diva is going down

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   Saras pov
  "I can't believe that me Sarah Falcon is spending my summer in this camp" "Sarah, you know talking to yourself isn't going to solve your problem" Ashley inquired. " Yeah yeah I know". I'm used to the rich life big house backyard pool all that. Instead of watching house wives is New Jersey I'm here trying to get good phone reception.

       " Ashley I don't think I brought enough clothes! Where's my sunscreen I'm tanned enough." Ashley sighed " And the complaints keep coming, Sarah its ok gosh". I yet out a quiet yelp "What was that!" someone was at the door and it wasn't helping that it was dark out and storming. I saw a silhouette of someone holding a knife. The door slowing opened "ahhh!" both Ashley and I shrieked. "Guys it's just me" Lisa said with a edge of snottiness in her voice.

    "Lisa!?... What are you doing here I thought you were in Cali". "Gee Sarah I thought you would be glad that I was here". Lisa said. I passed a glance with Ashley she did the same we both had the same (you being here is the last thing in would want) look. Lisa walked over to the nicest bunk bed and promptly sat down.

     I sighed and continued to put clothes back in my drawer. "Hmm designer jeans here, Beyonce perfume here..." I murmured putting clothes back always makes me calmer. Ten minutes later all my clothes were put away and I felt better I decided to go look for Melisa, I grabbed a flashlight and told the girls I'm going out to find Melisa. Ashley's attention went from her soccer ball to me, and grabbed her flashlight "I'll go too it looks like it might rain soon".

   

     We both went outside and the darkness clung on to me like a hungry dog with a bone. Ashley turned on her flashlight and the shadows crept back into the mysterious forest. The wind blowed into my ear like it was whispering a secret. We walked deeper into the forest and went up the the biggest willow tree I ever seen. I pointed my flashlight towards it to marvel its beauty, something rustled in the leaves a piece of crumpled ripped up paper fell down it said these very exact words.

                      HELP ME.

     

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