Violetta 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.....something that has been there for as long as anyone can remember.....but the thing is, no one knows what it is......and it is the very reason that those who go in alone at night, don't come out.......
This story is rated PG-13 for mild language, scary moments, deep sadness, and "Girly stuff."
The air smelled of gasoline and death. That's what woke me first. Not the searing pain in my side or the impossible heat coming from somewhere behind me. No, it was the smell.
And then the memories hit me like the bus hit the tree. And I was rolling down the side of a mountain, surrounded by ten other screaming kids and three panicked adults. All of which had a ninety six percent chance of death.
My eyes were open. My emerald eyes, so rare that only two percent of the population had them. And my throat was burning, and my skin was tingling. And all I could think about was the probability that I was dying.
Scattered around me I knew were twelve other people with a ninety nine percent chance of already being dead. And I didn't look around to find out.
Because I knew I was one hundred percent right.