element among the schoolers. The me-chee host is simply allowing any schooler to achieve a perfect hundred score in every color tone since the winning object is the first place choice of any job inside any building here at Colfax. I greatly want the first place choice to choose my work job with my mama as a medical technician.”
I gasp. “Wait, my mama’s a medical technician too. Can we both work as a medical technician in her building?”
Rincon stands and says. “No,” turns towards the wall.
A female schooler runs behind our non-camp fire huddle yelling. “One of the male schooler killed three of the baby rabbits. Then another one of the male schoolers killed two of the kittens. Then a third schooler killed one of the ducklings before they run away and swan into the water,” when a row of male teens strut behind her.
I gasp. “He’s wearing a necklace of baby duckling webbed feet over his naked chest. The blood still drips from the severed limbs. He killed all these poor little innocent ducklings,” sobbing with my tears then turn into Buffo’s chest. Buffo cuddles me so I don’t want to see the other dead baby animal parts. He rubs my back muscles, sneering at the mean male schoolers.
Marsilla gasps then says with fright. “Another one of the males killed some of the puppies. He wears a necklace of bloody puppy dog tails over his naked chest.”
Duchie laughs and grins. “Cool! I liked naked chests. There’s female schooler wearing a necklace of rabbits’ feet. That’s lucky for her. I wished I thought of that. And the shortest male has a necklace of lamb tails,” views the girl. “Your name’s Lambie. Right girly?” giggles.
Java frowns with disgust. “The crowd of juveniles is both mean and ugly. Each schooler has tosses his shirt and wears a long necklace of dead tiny baby animal furry paws or webbed feet or animal hoofs dripping with red blood over their naked chests laughing and grunting with their sick amusement,” shakes her curls.
Lamis frowns with sadness. “Awful! The female schooler wears the tiny paws of the kittens…”
I gasp then turn seeing the bloody paws. I back step from Buffo’s tender hug then dash towards the bush where the kittens were playing. I slide into the bush then halt, dropping my mouth. I sob. The grass is covered in red glittering blood over the dark green leaves looking really pretty but sickly gross. The male schooler had killed the kittens here. I reach into the bushes hunting to save one of the kittens. I’ll bring it home with me for safekeeping.
Two hands pull me from the bushes when I lean into Buffo’s chest.
“Naw!” Buffo reaches into the bush pulling out a hunting knife not covered in blood. “One of the boys left their knife here after the baby animal slaughter.”
I gasp rubbing the pink colored aching wound on my forearm from the previous knife cut when I tried to retrieve the kitten the first time. I frown with confusion studying the sharp non-bloody knife. “How did the schooler bring a knife inside the Cubby Hole? One of the belles tried to sneak inside her cellie but the me-chee stopped her sounding a noisy alarm. How could he sneak in a steel blade of death which holds the same components as the cellie materials?”
Buffo tosses the knife back into the bushes again then stands assisting Ketona into his chest, saying. “Naw, the cellie wasn’t allowed so ya didn’t cheat on the posed academic questions. Believe me! If I had my cellie I could’ve answered the questions correctly and more swiftly then my brain cells,” laughs and hugs her. “Let’s go back into the Cubby Hole and race towards the gold, sweetheart,” kisses her forehead then smiles.
We accidentally swing into Hatch and Jara.
Hatch hugs Jara, walking to us. Hatch growls and fingers the males. “I’ll teach them nasty schoolers a lesson about forest manners,” releases then stomps from Jara.
In the distance a running male schooler pulls the hunting
I gasp. “Wait, my mama’s a medical technician too. Can we both work as a medical technician in her building?”
Rincon stands and says. “No,” turns towards the wall.
A female schooler runs behind our non-camp fire huddle yelling. “One of the male schooler killed three of the baby rabbits. Then another one of the male schoolers killed two of the kittens. Then a third schooler killed one of the ducklings before they run away and swan into the water,” when a row of male teens strut behind her.
I gasp. “He’s wearing a necklace of baby duckling webbed feet over his naked chest. The blood still drips from the severed limbs. He killed all these poor little innocent ducklings,” sobbing with my tears then turn into Buffo’s chest. Buffo cuddles me so I don’t want to see the other dead baby animal parts. He rubs my back muscles, sneering at the mean male schoolers.
Marsilla gasps then says with fright. “Another one of the males killed some of the puppies. He wears a necklace of bloody puppy dog tails over his naked chest.”
Duchie laughs and grins. “Cool! I liked naked chests. There’s female schooler wearing a necklace of rabbits’ feet. That’s lucky for her. I wished I thought of that. And the shortest male has a necklace of lamb tails,” views the girl. “Your name’s Lambie. Right girly?” giggles.
Java frowns with disgust. “The crowd of juveniles is both mean and ugly. Each schooler has tosses his shirt and wears a long necklace of dead tiny baby animal furry paws or webbed feet or animal hoofs dripping with red blood over their naked chests laughing and grunting with their sick amusement,” shakes her curls.
Lamis frowns with sadness. “Awful! The female schooler wears the tiny paws of the kittens…”
I gasp then turn seeing the bloody paws. I back step from Buffo’s tender hug then dash towards the bush where the kittens were playing. I slide into the bush then halt, dropping my mouth. I sob. The grass is covered in red glittering blood over the dark green leaves looking really pretty but sickly gross. The male schooler had killed the kittens here. I reach into the bushes hunting to save one of the kittens. I’ll bring it home with me for safekeeping.
Two hands pull me from the bushes when I lean into Buffo’s chest.
“Naw!” Buffo reaches into the bush pulling out a hunting knife not covered in blood. “One of the boys left their knife here after the baby animal slaughter.”
I gasp rubbing the pink colored aching wound on my forearm from the previous knife cut when I tried to retrieve the kitten the first time. I frown with confusion studying the sharp non-bloody knife. “How did the schooler bring a knife inside the Cubby Hole? One of the belles tried to sneak inside her cellie but the me-chee stopped her sounding a noisy alarm. How could he sneak in a steel blade of death which holds the same components as the cellie materials?”
Buffo tosses the knife back into the bushes again then stands assisting Ketona into his chest, saying. “Naw, the cellie wasn’t allowed so ya didn’t cheat on the posed academic questions. Believe me! If I had my cellie I could’ve answered the questions correctly and more swiftly then my brain cells,” laughs and hugs her. “Let’s go back into the Cubby Hole and race towards the gold, sweetheart,” kisses her forehead then smiles.
We accidentally swing into Hatch and Jara.
Hatch hugs Jara, walking to us. Hatch growls and fingers the males. “I’ll teach them nasty schoolers a lesson about forest manners,” releases then stomps from Jara.
In the distance a running male schooler pulls the hunting
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