********************MAISY’S POV********************
As I’m running, I’m trying to remember what Chef looks like. Oh yeah! The big dude who wears a chef’s hat. DUH. I see other campers running through the forest, and I hear a blast of a gun; a paintball gun. Chef found somebody. I stop quickly to look around and I see that DJ, the African American I was talking to, has a blue paint mark on his shirt, and I see Chef riding a go-kart, driving por him.
So I run the opposite direction.
Chef must have spotted me turning to run because now he’s after me, laughing.
"This is all too easy,” I...
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