"Caroline!" Ivy shrieked. "Willow! Addison! Please," She sobs. "Answer me!"
She grunts, pulling a dagger out of her sock and gripping it tight. She glances at the dark-red brownish substance, looking just wet enough to have happened a few moments ago and brushes her left hand through it.
"Blood." She murmurs walking up the maze path. "You want to copy me? Fine. You want to kill my friends? Whatever. But you want to kill me? Oh-ho-ho," Ivy chuckles, tying her dirty blonde hair up into a long ponytail.
"Let me watch you try, Ivy-wannabe." She replies, a long grin on her face as another girl stands in front of her at the end of the maze, holding a long sharp sword.
The girl stomps around Ivy, sword gripped in hand.
"They tell you..." The girl says, wiping blood off her face. "Never bring a knife to a sword fight, darling."
"I will not listen to you. But you know what I will do? Win this fight." Ivy replies.
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HorrorCaroline's mom recommended a camp for her and her friends. Her mom highly suggests Woodlake Camp for Caroline and her friends because of the non-existent socialness they have. Her mom wants her to make more friends because Caroline's been stuck to t...
