We scouted the edges of the island, the spots away from all the tourists. Every now and then, Jackie would step on a twig on purpose, scaring Brendon out of his socks.
Spencer stood at the front of the group, taking notes about all his surrounding. Sometimes he would open up his phone, frowning at the screen, then shove it back in his pocket.
Bree and I took turns exchanging weird facts about ourselves to get to know each other better. Apparently she had a secret tattoo on the back of her shoulder that nobody knew about, which made it even more special for her to tell me about it. Though, my facts weren't as cool as hers were. The greatest fact about myself that nobody knew about was that I was an exceptional artist, and I showed her some of my drawings on my phone. She really liked all the gory and Halloween - themed ones, which didn't suprise me.
"Hey, why don't we break out of this little tour and go somewhere else?" She whispered to me.
As convincing as it sounded to wander off with Bree, I didn't want to upset Spencer or the rest of the group.
Though, I am almost an adult, which means I could make my own decisions…
"HEY! Spencer check this out!" Jackie yelled, pointing to a giant pile of mud on the ground.
At first, we were all pretty upset, thinking Jackie pulled another prank. But the closer we got, we began to see small, gray flakes sticking out of the pile.
"Eugh, it smells like shit!" I said, covering my nose.
Everyone was afraid to approach it, except for Bree. In fact, she looked more serious than scared. She grabbed a twig lying on the ground, poking the pile until a few flakes fell out.
"Looks like ash." Said Bree, clearly unamused by it.
Jackie stepped foward, putting on a mask that only she would've thought to bring. "Looks like more than ash in there..."
I took some pictures, while Brendon proceeded to take a mask and use a rusty shovel to dig through it.
Spencer was, excitedly, taking notes on what he saw. As adorable as it was to watch him giggling about our discovery, I couldn't shake the memory of seeing him on the phone in that park, nearly tearing up at his phone screen.
Brendon kept digging until a human finger fell out of the pile.
"EW EEEEWWW! Oh my GOD JACKIE! That's SO not funny!" Brendon yelled, about to tackle her into the mud.
"Wait," she said, putting her hand up. "that wasn't me…"
Suddenly, we began to notice the human hair on the ground, and the ripped skin coating the pile. That meant…
Holy crap. Holy crap. This was actually real. I mean, we've seen some weird things over the years - loose eyeballs on the floors of old hotels, buckets of bloody paper in forests, but never a real body.
Jackie was on high alert now. She looked around the group skeptically, specifically eye-balling Bree. Bree was with me the whole time, she couldn't have put that finger in the pile, could she?
Everyone was silent, until Bree spoke. "Uh, should we report this guys?"
"No! What do you think the staff will say hear about three teenagers snooping around unauthorized areas?" Jackie rolled her eyes, as if Bree should know this.
I took a few more pictures, while Spencer silently took his notes. The atmosphere got cold all of a sudden, as we all realized how serious the situation was. We were standing in front of a cremated body.
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Novela JuvenilCamilla Blair is lost. Entering 12th grade was supposed to be exciting. She was supposed to have her life figured out by now. She was supposed to have perfect grades, just like her father. She was supposed to be a star on stage, just like her mother...
