1. Dont be Late!
Ashlyn Jeffery woke upon to a very odd morning. Her dad left a note on the table saying,
I've left to go work in New York don't worry about me. I'll be fine but you need to go to a special camp. I can't say any more.
love,Dad. "Must be a trick." She muttered to herself. "DAD!" She yelled, thinking he would come out and start laughing. But no one did. "Don't freak out ,don't freak." She said. Then, she started to get mad. Who leaves an 11 year old on there own?!? You know what? She didn't need him, the jerk . First, I should explain something. I have a step dad, not a real one. My mom told me he died 2 months after I was born and left me and my mom all alone. Suddenly, somebody started pounding on the door and yelling, "Let me in!" I got a little freaked out but it sounded like someone I knew ....ohhh, it was Jenna, my friend. I opened the door." What's up Jenna?" I say . She shoves past me and slams the door shut. Jenna has violet eyes and black hair. She's awesome. Most of the time . "Ashlyn, you've got to get out of here!" She yelled. "Why?" I said, mildly interested I mean, she was a pretty good actress. I almost believed her, but not quite. "Ashlyn, I'm serious." "Uh huh." I said, playing along. "Did dad send you?"'"Wha... No. Wait, has your dad left?" She asked. "Oh, don't play dumb Jenna I know he sent you." I said, rolling my eyes. Jenna looked at me nervously. "No he didn't, and we need to get out of here." "Fine, I don't have any thing else to do, so okay." She rolled her eyes. "You got any money?" She asked. "Yeah like $90. Why?" Without replying, she grabbed my wallet and ran off, trying to hail a taxi.