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It was a dark night in the forest, We are all alone until we heard someone screaming from the forest. We turned our head toward to it and starts to run to them fast as possible. Finally, we found them all alone with only few adults. I don't know how long we were standing there but the moment when they discovers that they are not alone at all, the errie music began. We felt our bodies forcing us to run and attack them. They dropped dead.
Wait, before I tell you what happens next, let's remind the time backward to the beginning where it all starts with. It was a beauitful day at Girl Scout Day Camp. The little girls were very excited to see their friends again and have fun at camp. Our camp couselor, Jellyfish, (at camp, we were required to have our own camp nickname such as Redwood, Sly Fox, Squid, etc.) Mine was Peace because I always wear a lot of peace T-shirts. Jellyfish announced that we need to find our group and get ready for the day. Soon as Jellyfish dismisses the assembly, I immediately went to my group and help the little girls get ready for fun activities. I was one of the leaders in my group. Redwood, one of my close friends, was very helpful to us by teaching little girls few songs, lessons. etc. Our camp's theme is just basically about dancing and music which I love to do in my free time.
After a week of fun activities, we reached our last day at camp and we have some kind of contest to see which group is the best at dancing. The girls at my age and I came up with Michael Jackson's "Thriller" song and its dance moves. We thought this would be good for this camp because one year ago, at camp, we found out that Michael died so, we wanted to pay our last respect to him by dancing to his song. We only have one day left to practice the moves before the contest.
The day is here. We put our makeup on our faces so we can look like zombies and dressed up like the one. Then the contest began. Now, we are back to this part where we were about to "attack" the little girls. They were staring at us like they were waiting for us to begin. Then, Michael Jackson's song came on. Our bodies were moving to the beat of the music and acting like the brainless zombies. The fog machine and blinking lights were surronding around us to make it look more scary graveyard. We must look very scary to them because our hair were huge mess and our clothes were torn and dirty. They were screaming when we use our hands to grab them but playful enough not to give them nightmares.
When the music is finally over, they applaused and cheered for us. We bowed together to them and then ran into the dark forest. We heard the wolf howling to the moon echoing into the forest everywhere.
Hi, my name is Melissa Dittrich and I'm from California where I usually go to beach or boardwalk when it's beauitful outside just for fun times. I enjoy Graphic Design and anything that is creative to made. If you like to know about me more, just ask me. Peace out, Melika.