From their campfire, Iris leans back and takes a bite of big, golden-brown marshmellow.
"Hmmm," she says, licking her lips, "Perfectly toasted."
She's glad that she was able to beg her parents into letting her go with her friends this weekend. She's having the time of her life.
Even if she does have this weird feeling in the pit of her stomach. Like there's someone out there...watching them.
"You guys think there's anyone out there...like watching us?"
Or maybe, she still a bit freaked out about the REALLY SCARY STORY that someone had told that made her nearly jump out of her skin.
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