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Hiss, hiss. Camille would never forget the sound that echoed through her brain, but that no one else seemed to hear, as she rushed down the sidewalks of Saltmeyer street as fast as her spindly little legs could carry her. A curtain of brown hair, tied up in pigtails, flew behind her, and her breath came in short puffs. Something was chasing her, and it was going to kill her. That's why she had to run home as fast as she could, and never stop, not even once. The small apartments and condos, and sidewalks and streets of her neighborhood in Madison, Wisconsin spread out before her like a maze, but she knew her way around. She wasn't getting lost

 I sat down on my bunk, wiping sweat off of my brow. My pink suitcase lay open at my feet, surrounded by a halo of folded shirts and skirts that would soon be inside. The muggy August heat clawed at me from all directions. It seeped in through the open windows and the cabin door that was thrown open wide, hoping a slight breeze would come and relieve whoever was inside the cabin of their misery. At the moment, though, it was just me. All of my siblings were either out training, or seeing friends off, or just trying to stay cool. It was only ten o'clock, but it was already hot as blazes. It also happened to be the very last day of camp, which