The car wasn't a taxi, it was a van. It was full of quiet girls, some moaning with fear, some taped with sellotape. A girl came in, her hair was blonde and she was wearing a red skirt and a black shirt. All the boys were drooling over her, even the drivers. She stayed on a single seat by us. The bus started moving, the girl turned to us and said, "Hi, my name is Amelia Tracker, what's ur name." The girl sounded cool, but I didn't want to talk to her.
I shoved June's hand and she blabbed, "Hi, my name is June and this is my sister March. We are real sisters but in school, people think that we're just close friends, but that's not true. I really hope we can be friends and we have about 50 friends in school and it would be great to have 51 if you agree. We are also popular so yea, that's all I have to say, go on!"
Amelia nodded, amazed at how fast and loud that June could talk. We crossed a park then a dark shadow. The bus stopped, I jumped out immediately. My mom was the best, we were at the camp. We were about to go inside, when a green man stopped us.
