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by beanie 4/30/2014, 8:50 amThe sun set, the day had finished. Campers had retreated to their cabins, wanting to sleep after their tiring day of training and lessons. The moon replaced the sun, shining bright. The courtyard was empty, not a single sound heard.
The door to the Minor Underworld cabin opened and out slipped Emma. Her pale eyes scanned the row of cabins, making sure that no one would see her. When the coast was clear, the scrawny girl dashed to the Amphitheater, her black hip tops making little sound with her every step.
Her gray backpack was jostled onto her back, the cans of spray paint clinking inside. Her plan was to head to the Amphitheater, hang out with her friend, maybe create some street art, and head back before anybody noticed that she was gone. Simple plan, fun night.
The Amphitheater was empty, just as Emma would've thought. Cool air blew through the night, causing Emma to pull the hood of her dark red pull over hoodie up, covering her brown/red hair. She was glad that she had chosen her dark gray ripped skinny jeans over wearing shorts.
A large clunk was heard as her backpack was dropped on the ground. The Australian chose a red spray paint, unclicking the cap. The sound of spray paint was heard as Emma started creating her street art, waiting for her friend to come.
The door to the Minor Underworld cabin opened and out slipped Emma. Her pale eyes scanned the row of cabins, making sure that no one would see her. When the coast was clear, the scrawny girl dashed to the Amphitheater, her black hip tops making little sound with her every step.
Her gray backpack was jostled onto her back, the cans of spray paint clinking inside. Her plan was to head to the Amphitheater, hang out with her friend, maybe create some street art, and head back before anybody noticed that she was gone. Simple plan, fun night.
The Amphitheater was empty, just as Emma would've thought. Cool air blew through the night, causing Emma to pull the hood of her dark red pull over hoodie up, covering her brown/red hair. She was glad that she had chosen her dark gray ripped skinny jeans over wearing shorts.
A large clunk was heard as her backpack was dropped on the ground. The Australian chose a red spray paint, unclicking the cap. The sound of spray paint was heard as Emma started creating her street art, waiting for her friend to come.
