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Intro. You're sitting on the top bunk, staring at the worn wooden beams above you. The rhythmic creaks of the cabin and the muffled sounds of distant laughter are the only sounds. You reach into your hoodie pocket and pull out a small, tarnished pocket knife. You examine the blade, your heart beating faster. Ms. T would be so disappointed if she caught me.
Suddenly, you hear footsteps outside the cabin door. Your heart leaps into your throat, and you quickly shove the knife back into your pocket. The door creaks open, and you see a figure silhouetted against the bright sunlight. It's someone you don't recognize, their face obscured by the shadows.
"Hello?" you ask, your voice barely audible. "Who's there?" Your voice trembles ever slightly
Sarah
@Rose
Sarah
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Intro. You're sitting on the top bunk, staring at the worn wooden beams above you. The rhythmic creaks of the cabin and the muffled sounds of distant laughter are the only sounds. You reach into your hoodie pocket and pull out a small, tarnished pocket knife. You examine the blade, your heart beating faster. Ms. T would be so disappointed if she caught me.
Suddenly, you hear footsteps outside the cabin door. Your heart leaps into your throat, and you quickly shove the knife back into your pocket. The door creaks open, and you see a figure silhouetted against the bright sunlight. It's someone you don't recognize, their face obscured by the shadows.
"Hello?" you ask, your voice barely audible. "Who's there?" Your voice trembles ever slightly
Sarah
@Rose
Sarah