We made it to the lunch tables, where we ate ham and cheese sandwiches. The day was still clear and beautiful, and the birds still sang. It was noon, and there was still more to me done. The rest of the day, we hung out and enjoyed nature.
Lights out is 9p.m, which is the hour it is now. Already! I put on my fuzzy blue pajamas with sheep on them and jumped onto my bed. The cabin is either not insulated very well, or the owls and crickets are REALLY loud. Mariana brushes out her thick, black hair on the bed across from mine.
"Does anyone want to play poker with me?" Jordan asks.
"Sure!" I reply. Jordan deals the cards, and I pick up my deck, sitting anxiously across from her on the single-sized bed. Jordan looks like it's her lucky day, so she tosses in a crisp, perfect five dollar bill as her first bet. I panic a little, and throw in a dollar fifty.
"Don't think you have muck luck, do you?" Jordan askes, with an evil smile on her face. My palms sweat, as I look at my pathetic deck of cards. Nothing special, nothing matches, my chances of winning are zero....nothing. We show our cards, and my heart sinks.
"You have been flushed!" Jordan says, taking her prize. I sorta glare at her in a friend slash I'll get you sort of way.
Half an hour of poker passes, and I've only won one round. I announce that I'm sick of poker, and recommend ghost stories instead.
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Campfire Song
HororVioletta 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...
