Tomorrow is the first day of summer camp. I've been waiting for camp all year, and now, the wait is finally over! I pull down the attic latter and go inside. Dust flies everywhere and teeny spiders scurry across the wooden walls and floor. I take my camping gear from the bin clearly marked: Violetta's camping stuff. Yes, I will be staying in a cabin, but I'll need gear for outside. I climb down the latter, letting the entrance swing closed, taking the latter with it.
I pack my cloths (and other things) in my suitcase. I stuff the items in, stretching the lavender colored suitcase, forcing the silvery-white zipper to close it all in, taking away my frustration. When it finally does, I plop onto my bed, and let myself bounce on my back a few times until I drift off to sleep. It's only 9:32p.m., but the bus leaves at six in the morning, so the sooner I fall asleep, the sooner I can awake.
I wake up freezing. It's 4:45 in the morning. I forgot to change into my pajamas, so I fell asleep wearing jeans and a striped grey T-shirt. The A.C. is blowing directly on me, which wouldn't be so bad if I had slept under the covers. I look out my window. The sky is navy blue, and getting lighter on the horizon. I rush to brush my hair and teeth. My mom says goodbye. Not the quick kind, the kind of goodbye a 4 year old gives their mom on their first day of preschool. I go outside. The dawn is cool and dim. As I walk to the bus stop, the sun rises higher in the sky. A ton of girls are already there. It seems like hours before the bus arrives. I check my phone. It's 6:12. The bus pulls up to the curb. The overpowering smell of gasoline fills my nose. The doors swing open, and all of us push our way in through the narrow entrance.
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Campfire Song
HorrorVioletta was looking forward to summer camp, everyone was. It was supposed to be safe and fun, and at first, everyone was there, enjoying camp. But when some girls enter the woods at night, they don't come out. There's something in those woods.....s...
