Hello there. I would like to stay with you but it is impossible. I've decided that I need to let you go, so here we are…
I enjoyed your company as a character in all the stories we shared, and thanks for being there for me.
So, I have to say “goodbye” to you.
But before, I would like to say something: You are the best character I’ve ever designed, and probably I won’t design a character like you anymore.



I sit down to hear Lu, Mile, and James’s conversation. However, they don’t see me, they don’t hear me, I don’t talk to them… Because I’m a ghost…
“We need to do something.” Mile says. “This can’t stay this way.”
“I agree.” Lu says. “But what can we do?”
“I can’t think of anything.” James says.
“Oof. Can’t he just let us relax?!” Mile yell.
“Looks like not.” Lu says.
“Arrggggggggggggggh.” Mile yell again.
“Relax, Mile.” James says.
“Yes, relax, Mile.” Lu says.
“We’ll think of something.” James says and winkes.
“OK.” Mile says.
They stand up and start walking.
“What were they talking about?” I ask myself. “Where are they going?! What will they do?!”
Nobody knows.
Only James, Lu, and Mile.
But they don’t know me.
So they aren’t going to tell me.
I will need to discover it myself.
“Really, what’s going on?” I ask. However, I know I won’t get any answer. “Please, where are you going?! Who is that person that doesn’t let you relax?!”
I sit next to the window, and I see that they are walking to the car.
“Please!” I yell.
They don't even turn their heads.
“Where are you going?!”
I find out that slowly, my voice is becoming softer.
“What’s happening?!”
“What’s happening with my voi-” I ask myself.
I try to yell at them, but something happened to my voice.
And then, they turned their heads. I can hear what they are saying.
“There is somebody there.” Lu says.
“There isn’t anybody!” James says.
“I can feel it.” Lu says.
“It’s impossible.” Mile says.
“Shhhhhhh!” Lu says.
They percibe a little and transparent person looking at them.
I can only whisper.
“W-wh-where are you going?” I whisper.
“W-w-who you are?” Lu, James, and Mile ask.
“I-I’m me.” I whisper.
They turned their heads and I can hear them whispering.
“Come on, guys. Our mission has finished.”
“W-wh-what?!” I try to say, but I can’t. “Which was their mission?!”
Everything is a mystery that no one can solve.


My characters were a dinosaur, a laptop, and a bus. My backdrop was a city. I decided to add more characters.
“Welcome to Dino’s Bus!” The dinosaur said. “We are going to have a very good time!” He added.
“Uh… okay.” The laptop said.
“Don’t be shy! We’ll travel all around the city. My name is Dino. What about you?” Dino asked.
“M-m-my name is Lap.” The little laptop said.
“Cool! Let’s meet the other passengers.” Dino said.
“O-okay.” Lap said.
They went into the bus to meet the other passengers.
“Hello! My name is Cookie.” a little cookie said.
“Woah, a cookie named Cookie!” Lap laughed.
“Yes, my parents didn’t have another idea.” Cookie said.
“I’m App.” An apple said.
“Why are all of our names related to our personality?” Lap asked and laughed.
“I don’t know. Maybe because our parents didn’t have any imagination when we were born.” Dino said.
All the passengers laughed.
“Anyway, nice to meet you all!” Lap said.
“Same!” App said.
“Now we’re going to start traveling.” Dino said. “Please sit down.”
All the passengers sat down and Dino started driving.
“Woah!” All the passengers said.
“This is The Beng Bung tower. It serves as a clock.” Dino continued.
“It does remind me of anything….” App said.
“Next, we have the Tog Mohal.” Dino said.
App started laughing.
“Now we have the Oiffel Tower?” App asked.
“Yes!” Dino said.
All the passengers started laughing.
“Why are you laughing?” Dino asked.
“Well” Lap said. “The original is The Big Beng Tower in England, but here we have The Beng Bung tower.”
“And, in India, there is the Taj Mahal, instead of the Tog Mohal.” App said.
“And the Eiffel Tower in France.” Cookie said.
“Oh, I understand now!” Dino said and started laughing. “I’ve never been told about this.” He added, and all the passengers started to laugh again.
They discovered a lot of new places in Objectland, the country where all the people are named like objects.
When they finished the travel, Dino said Lap:
“See? It was a good idea to come.”
“I see.” Lap said. “Surely I will come back in the future, and maybe with my children!” Lap was half joking.
“Just make sure to have some imagination when naming them.” App said, and everybody laughed.
“Yes, please don’t call them Lappy, or Lapt, or anything related to laptops.” Cookie said.
“Okay, I will keep that in mind.” Lap said.
“Well, could you please give me your phone numbers?” Lap asked.
“Okay!” Everybody said.
They gave their phone numbers to Lap, to keep in contact with her.
“So, I will send you a message! Bye!” Lap said.
“Okay!” Everyone said.
That night, they created a group in the messages app, to keep in contact with all the amazing passengers that the Dino’s Bus had that day.
Then, Lap realized that Dino was right: When you have friends, you have a very good time. But, when you make new friends, it’s even better!

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Weeklies: 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th
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dec 22nd: yk i'm so lazy to actually add all the links so just scroll down.

“Hey!”
I turned around, to see who called me. It’s Poppy.
“Hey, Poppy!”
“What’s up, Ava?”
“Nothing much.”
“Okay, so, you have to guess what I’m thinking.”
“No way I can do that. Give me a clue.”
“Think, it’s easy.”
I think hard, but I can’t figure out anything. Then, an idea pops into my head.
“Is it your birthday?”
“Oh my gosh, Ava! I can’t believe you didn’t get it.”
“Well, it’s just… I have other things going on right now.”
“Never mind. So, wanna go to my house to make something, you know, for my birthday?” She winked.
“Sure thing! I just have to ask my mom, but she’ll surely say yes.”
“Okay.”
I text my mom: “Can I go to Poppy’s house after school today?”.
“Poppy, my mom said that I can! Well, see you after Geography.”
“See you Ava!”
After classes, I text Poppy: “Where are you?”. She said we’ll meet at the library…
“Hey Ava!” Poppy whispers.
“Hey, where were you?”
“Never mind. Let’s go to my house!”
“Okay.”
I walk alongside Poppy until we get to her house.
“Okay, so what do you want to do?” I ask her.
“I was thinking of making something like, you know, a dessert?”
“Yes, which one is your favorite? Cupcakes? Cookies?”
“Hmmmm…”
She thought hard about it. And an idea popped into her head.
“I know! Let’s make a CAKE!”
“Yes!”
“Okay, in this recipe says that we need some flo-”
“I don’t need a recipe, Ava. I’ve made lots of cakes before!”
She quickly gets all the ingredients: flour, sugar, eggs, vanilla extract, and… baking soda?
“Poppy, I don’t think we need ba-”
“Shut up, Ava!”
Definitely something was happening to Poppy today. But what?
“Okay, I will.”
She quickly mixes the flour and sugar, then the eggs and the vanilla extract.
“It’s looking great!”
“Now, the final touch: A bit of salt!”
“Poppy, I don’t think that is-”
“Shut up I said!”
She puts the baking soda into the bowl. Instantly, the baking soda makes everything explode.
“POPPY!”

Part 1 - 247/200 words
July 21. Summer break.
Dear diary: I’m older than 40 years right now, but I still want to register my story.
I thought writing in third person would be funny - and I think it was.
So here we go.
This is Chapter 1.
“Please, Mr. Whitlock.” she implores. “I don't mean to offend you, but you know your plan isn’t going to work. However, luckily I have a backup plan. It'll surely work.”
“Who even are you to talk to me this way? Get out of my office right now!” Whitlock yells to the student, standing in front of his desk. She looks very decided to execute her plan.
“But Mr. Whitlock!” the student yells, too.
“You know that your “backup plan” is not going to work either!” He yells again. “Stop it! Get out of my office!”
“No, I'm not going to!” The student keeps standing in front of Whitlock's desk, decided.
“Oh, so you aren't going to? Well, we will see what you will do!” Whitlock's voice sounds peligrously friendly. “Security, get this kid out of my office!” The security instantly gets her out and takes her to the punishment room.
“Better you know what you are doing, Evan.” The girl whispers.
Whitelock is very surprised. “What did I do?” He whispers to himself. “What did I do?” He repeats. “I think I've made a mistake.” He answers to himself. “A big one.”
“I will have to investigate this deeply. And I will. Right now.”

Part 2 - 522/500 words
July 22. Still summer break.
Dear diary: This is chapter 2. Also written in third person.
Whitlock inhales and exhales deeply while walking to the punishment room. “Ah, what did I do with her? I need to know why and how she knew th-” He stopped talking when he reached the punishment room. The student was facing the wall, annoyed, but sad.
“I-I-I…”
Whitlock ran away from the punishment room before the girl could even notice he was there.
“I could not talk to her for some reason… I wonder what happened.” Whitlock whispers. “I just…” he continues to talk to himself. “My objective was to eliminate her and Mariana, but I could not…” he stops to breathe. “I COULD NOT EVEN TALK TO HER! WHAT IS HAPPENING WITH THE SERIOUS AND DECIDED MR. WHITLOCK?!” he accidently yells.
“Everything in order, Mr. Whitlock?” The secretary asks, surprised by the man's attitude.
“It is not your business to interfere in my personal stuff. Get out of my sight! RIGHT NOW!”
The secretary obeys, and she quickly goes to her office.
Whitlock quickly walks to his office too.
“Argh.” He accidentally spilled his coffee on his sheets. “Better I call the cleaning team to clear this mess.”
“Continuing the investigation,” Whitlock said. “Let’s search about this girl on the Internet.” There’s no Wi-Fi.
“Argh, **** Wi-Fi!” Whitlock says in a loud voice. “Argh!”
“Oh, I think the Wi-Fi is back. Better for them…”
“ARGH! THERE ISN’T ANY INFO ON THE INTERNET ABOUT HER!” Whitlock yells.
“Everything okay, Mr. Whitlock?”
“ARGH!” Whitelock thinks. After a thoughtful moment, he answers “Yes!”.
“I really wish I could do this WITHOUT NOBODY DISTURBING!” He thought.
“My motivation was that I’ll get a deep relationship with Olivia and Lauren, but they are no longer here. I don’t even understand why or where they are.”
All the noise inside and outside Whitlock’s office disappeared. He knew what happened.
“Time to go home, I guess.”
He grabbed his suitcase and his half drunk coffee abruptly, with the purpose of going home. But then, he remembered about the student trapped in the punishment room.
“Hmmm, she might be useful to my plan.” He said, remembering what the student said a few hours before.
Whitlock walked quickly to the punishment room, with the hope that he could talk to the rebel student, fix the things… and hypnotize her to work with him - or for him. But she wasn’t there.
Whitlock looked around. He found a window that originally had a lot of bars. Iron ones. But they weren’t there anymore. That’s everything he could find.
“I can’t believe - she did - the window!” Whitlock was very surprised. “Where did she go?”
He tried to think.
He tried to clear his mind.
What’s beyond the window?
She couldn’t have gone that far - or could she?
She was small - can small people run fast?
She couldn’t have gone to another place than college - or could she?
All those questions popped into Whitlock’s head - but he couldn’t answer any of them.
He received a call.
“Where are you, Evan?” said a robotic voice. “I’m waiting for you.”

Part 3 - 129/no minimum words
As Zura said, I don't want the villain to yell “hey im the villain”, so i add(ed) some touches
to the story to let the readers suspect about it, like talking about unknown subjects for the reader that will -hopefully- reveal and explain in the future. Some flaws my villain has are: a) minor flaw: classifies people as black-white, no greys. b) major flaw: they don't express themselves a lot, and when they do, generally do it in an annoyed way. c) fatal flaw: they aren't very smart, and when they are focused on something, they can't think of something else.
They talk in a thoughtful, short, and direct manner, with formal sentences. Their voice pitch is very low. They're very authoritarian, and use proper grammar and punctuation.

Part 4 - 1020/1000 words
July 23. It’s still summer break.
Dear diary: I want to change a bit - now I’m writing in first person - enjoy chapter 3.
“Perfect.” the secretary said. “This is the principal, Mr. Whitlock,’s office.” she added.
“Can I go in to meet him?” the student asked.
“Wait a minute, please.”
“Mr. Whitlock,” said the secretary. “A new student is here.”
“Please let her in.” I said.
She entered accompanied by the secretary.
“Hello, Mr. Whitlock!” the student said, happily.
I was not expecting her.
A memory from more than ten years ago popped in my head. It’s her.
Yes, it’s her. With no doubt.
I can’t believe it.
“I- Welcome to our college.”
“Thanks!”
“I’ve got some important things to do, if you don’t mind.” I feel so nervous. Why is she here? “Please take her to her room.” I need to get her out of here.
“Of course, dear principal.” The secretary gets out of my office alongside the student.
“Argh, that was close.” I think. “I’ll go to register her in the system.”
The secretary just passed by my office.
“Mrs. Bonavich, please pass me the data to register her.”
“I already did, sir.”
“Uh- okay. I need to register her in the exam system too - so please pass me the data.”
“Okay - I am doing it”
When the secretary passed me the data, I examined it pretty carefully.
“Yes - it’s confirmed. Her mother is… who I thought she was.” I say very low. “She might be useful to me - especially after what happened. I’ll have to put her to a test - let’s see how she manages it.”
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“Hello.” I say. “Welcome to my office.”
“Hi!” she says, happily as always. “Why am I here?”
“I just wanted to put you to a test - it’s always done here in our college.” I obviously invented that part - but it wouldn’t matter.
“Okay.”
“The test consists of helping me with a secret plan. Nobody should ever know this. We’ll act as all of this never happened - okay?”
“Yay, I love secret plans! Is that everything, Mr…”
“Whitlock” I say. “Mr. Whitlock. And no, there’s something else: you’ll have to act as if you barely knew me - like not saying “dear principal”. You should act as if you were not a student - like if you were a spy. Do you think you can manage it?”
“Of course! When do we start?”
“Right now. Remember, this” I say, pointing at us both. “Never happened.”
“Alright, Mr. Whitlock.”
“Well done.” I think.
“I wonder what this is for…” She seemed to be talking to herself, but I can hear her.
——————————————-
I need to talk to her.
“Mrs. Joy, I want to tell you something.” I say. I invent a credible story. I need to convince her to take this mission. “And that’s why I need you in this mission. You know a lot more than my other helpers - will you accept? I can give you… some payment if you need it.” I say in a convincing manner.
“I… I think I’ll have to think about it.”
“Take the time you need, honey.”
“Oh.. oh… of course. I’ll get back to you in a few minutes or hours.”
“Perfect. See you, Mrs. Joy.”
Haha… I think I’ve got her… I need to fake up some plans or scripts. Better I do it now, who knows when she will come bac-
“Hey, Mr. Whitlock. I’ve made my decision.” Woah, that was fast. It’s comprobed, I can manipulate her easily.
“So? What is it?”
“I think I’m going to accept your offer.”
Ha, ha, ha.
Perfect.
The fish bit the hook.
Just like I planned it.
Just like I predicted it would.
“Well, nice to see you! Let’s get to work then.”
“I need you to do this…” I continue explaining. “Are you sure you want to do it?”
“Yes, I am. All I want from you… It’s the payment you promised.”
I was not expecting that - but luckily, I’ve got her covered.
I think.
“Yea, honey. What do you want?”
“Well, I was thinking that…” she pauses. “You could help me with this thing.”
“What thing?”
“I can’t tell you right now - but I promise I’ll another time.”
“Okay. Let’s get to work then.”
I explained the plan a few more times.
“So I need you here and when the alarm rings, you quickly got in there and get it befor-”
“Excuse me, Mr. Whitlock.”
“Yes?”
“No offense, but your plan isn’t going to work.”
“And? That’s how I planned it, dear, and that’s how you’re going to do it.”
“Well, I’m not. Obviously the guards would get to me before I can-”
“Do you think you can’t do it? If so, I’ll need to hire someone else…” I say, raising my right eyebrow. I’m pretty sure she would accept my plan saying that.
“I can’t do that, Mr. Whitlock.”
“I’m pretty sure I’ve already had a conversation with you about this subject - and I promised I wouldn’t permit another one. You clearly disobeyed - and that’s not permitted here. Get out of here, right now! You’re FIRED!”
My conscience yells at me for losing a clearly potential employee - but I did right.
Then I received the call.
Which I talked about in Chapter 2.
It says it’s an unknown number - I think I’ll attend.
“H-Hello?”
“Hello dear, just wanted to let you know, I’m waiting for you there.”
“Wait - who are you? - where?”
Too late - the call was already finished.
“I wonder who it was.”
I was too young and flawed to notice it - but now, I get who was.
Sadly, it’s already too late.
Maybe tomorrow, or the next day - figuratively talking…
Or in another life.
If I could only get to do that - and apologize for my flaws.
If I could just do that.
I’d do it.
It feels so bad now.
If I could just…

July 24. Still summer break, I guess.
Dear diary: I’m Evan’s sister - I’m afraid that he is not here anymore.
However, he just finished telling and writing an amazing story - and that will never be forgotten.

GREAT TOTAL: 1918 WORDS

“Emily! Go take a shower!”
“No, I don't want to!”
“Please go.”
Emily walks to the bathroom, annoyed.She doesn't want to take a shower yet, but she quickly prepares a towel, and turns on the water.
“Oops, this is still cold…”
Emily is letting her body feel the water with the perfect temperature. It feels so relaxing…
Emily unknowingly starts stopping soaping herself.
And she opens a portal…
To a new world…
What's beyond that portal?
Only Emily knows…
But she seems to be having a good time…
Or at least, until something happens…
——————————————
W-What's that? W-where am I?
I can feel the hurried beat of my heart. Why?
I mean, there isn't anything bad in here.
Or is there?
I am very scared now.
I'm only eleven years old…
I think I'll go for a walk to clear my mind a bit…
——————————————
Okay.
Let's afront the situation.
I have no idea where I am.
I have no food.
I have no idea how I got here.
I have no idea how I'll get back.
I have no idea who or what is here.
I'm only eleven years old.
I don't have a phone or anything to call my parents.
And, uh, it's night.
And I hear footsteps noises…
——————————————
“Emily! You've been taking your shower for more than a half hour! Are you okay?”
No response.
Of course, we know Emily is there, but her mother doesn't.
And we can't tell her where Emily is.
Emily's mother seems to be a bit dumb.
If your daughter doesn't answer, then go to check what she is doing.
But Emily's mother knew that when Emily focuses on something, she keeps focusing on that.
Too much, that she forgets to answer or talk to anyone.
——————————————
I… I should probably try to get back to hom-
“Hai!”
“OH MY GOSH!?” I couldn't stop myself…
I have a lot of questions popping in my head…
What is that thing?
Why does it talk?
Why is it talking to me?
“I mean - hi…?”
I don't even know how I got to talk - I was so scared…
“Hi” the thing smiles. “How are you going? Are you lost?”
“Well, you know, sort of.”
“What are you doing here? And how did you get here?”
“I… I don't… I mean… The shower…” I decided to finish my unintelligible word torrent…
“Do you like taking showers?” The thing seemed a detective - but I can't get why.
“Why is that even important?” For some reason, the thing asking about that annoyed me.
“Just answer.”
That thing is so disrespectful. Why is it asking that?
Why am I still here anyway?
Mommy is probably looking for me.
“And if I don't…?” I don't know why I said that.
“Then I won't tell you how to go home” the thing raised its right eyebrow.
“I… It… You have my attention.”
“You'll have to answer me first”
“Argh… well…” I stop for a second. “I don't really like taking showers.”
“Perfect. Uh, that makes even more sense…” The thing is now speaking mysteriously.
“Please explain yourself.”
“Well, look, some kids when they don't like taking a bath, they imagine things and they open a porta-”
“No, no, no! You're not saying I've opened a porta-”
“You actually did-”
“Oh my gosh, oh my gosh! How do I get back?!”
“Follow that pat-” I don't see anything…
“I can't see anythin-”
“Wait…”
Oh my gosh, this is surely a dream. But a path is ilumining…
“I have to go now. Good luck!”
“Wait! I didn't even get your name-”
It's already gone…
——————————————
I am back… Mom's gonna explode in three… two… one…
“EMILY!!!!!!!!!”
I really wish this was a dream…

It’s half past six - and your mother hasn’t come home yet. She’s never late - and she isn’t answering her phone.
She was supposed to come at half past five - she is one hour late.
You start to panic
What’ll you do next?
Drive to her work?
Call her best friend (which she works with)?
While you’re thinking, you hear someone knocking on the door.
Who are they?
You open the door. Maybe it is Alexa. She said she was gonna come at seven o’clock - but looks like she came early.
You see a tall, serious, slim man. He is holding a suitcase and wears a mask and glasses.
“Come with me.”
“I-I don’t-”
“Great. Get into the car.”
“No, I don’t-”
“Shut up, honey.”
You don’t have another choice.
You get into the car, wondering why you were so dumb to not ignore the knocking on the door.
I’m only eighteen…
—————————————————————–
You can’t see anything.
Seems like he has blindfolded your eyes - why?
You feel like you’re still moving - or are you?
“W… where am I?”
“You are… where you should be”
Argh. You hear a familiar voice…
“Olivia… it's you?”
Mom… You just let everyone know my name…
“Who are you?” You try to craft an unrecognizable voice.
“I'm…”
“Sit down, ‘Olivia’.” Says the man you got his car into.
“W…what did I do wrong?”
“Mhm… nothing… bu…”
LIKE, WHY EVEN AM I HERE IF I DIDN'T DO NOTHING?!
“…t your mom did… something…”
Mom? Is ‘that’ the reason I'm here?!
“We've figured out that your mom…”
“MOM DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG!” You couldn't resist. You lean up from the chair you were sitting at.
“Honey… your mom actually did-”
Why am I still here anyway?
“Look. Give me five minutes, then you can do whatever you want.”
You figure out that staying five minutes more wouldn't make a difference…
“We've figured out that your mom is a double agent for our rival country Durutopian… and she's a very good spy. And we were going to ask you, as you're her daughter, if you could spy on them for us. We thought that you'd have her talents as well.” The man takes a pause to breathe. “So? Any questions?”
“A… are you telling me my mom is a double agent for-”
“Yea…”
“Oh my gosh, oh my gosh. And now you want me to spy on them?”
“You got it perfectly-”
“Oh my gosh. And you think I'm going to accept that?”
“We thought-”
“If you do, then you're right!”
“Excuse me?”
“In secret, I never did really love my mom. She went to work at six o'clock in the morning, and she came home at half past five in the evening. Which is, completely casually, the time I go to dance class… I guess you got the indirect-”
“Yes, I did… So, it's a sure thing that you'll work for us?”
“Yep. Just tell me days and hours, and I'll be here.”
“Sunday to Friday, half past seven in the evening to three o'clock in the morning of the next day. We start tomorrow. If you aren't here, you lose the job.”
“Perfect. See you tomorrow.” You get off of that weird and abandoned train station where the meetings would take place.
“Mom, I've got work!”
“What is it?”
“It's like being a nocturn teacher.”
“Ah, who are you teaching to?”
“Uh, like, kindergartners…”
“Good try. We'll talk at home. And remember, kindergartners are sleeping at that hour.”
Ha, ha, ha.
We've got her covered.
She doesn't ever imagine what we did… or our magistral plan…
She believed all that story we faked!
Ha, ha, ha.

“Mmm, I love to eat chocolate!”
“Cynthia, time to eat dinner… our thing for today is dumplings!”
“Oh, no, I wanna eat chocolate! I don’t like dumplings”
“No. You won’t. You’ll eat dumplings. And by the way, you like them. You just are saying that because you want to eat chocolate right now.”
“Argh, okay.”
“Done, I finished eating the dumplings. They were awesome!”
“I told you you were going to like them. Now you’re going to have a bath. Want some help?”
“I don’t want to take a bath!”
“Do you want bubbles?”
“Yes of course I do!”
“Perfect… Look, they’re starting to appear!”
“Look mommy! They look like they have glitter!”
“It’s true!”
“I like baths now!”
“Aaah, I told you! Now it’s time to get out and put in your pajamas.”
“No! I don’t want to!”
“Come on. The pajamas are warm.”
“Really?”
“Yep.”
“I like pajamas now!”
“Time to go to bed, honey.”
“No! I want you to tell me a story to sleep!”
“Once upon a time, there was a little girl called Emily…”
“You tell me this story every night!”
“Well, I don’t know what else to tell you-”
“Tell me about when you were a little girl like me.”
“Well. Once upon a time, there was a little girl called Mary.”
“That’s better.”
“She lived next to her best friend, and played every afternoon with her.”
“What did they play?”
“Generally, football with a paper ball.”
“Can girls play football?”
“Yes, of course they can!”
“Okay, continue.”
“Her best friend was called Isabella Morland…”
“Wait, she was called like that football player daddy has seen on the TV!”
“It’s because… she is that football player. She told her parents that she wanted to be a football player, and they sent her to a football school, and then a club contracted her-”
“That’s the best story ever!”
“Yes. Now, it's time to go to sleep.”
“Argh, okay… Zzzzzzzzzzz”

Warmups
Task #3 “Without planning or thinking beforehand, write 100 words as you design a character based on the prompt “secret origami expert””
136/100 words
April Crawford. A secret origami expert living in Xukisaka, Japan, where everything is, basically, technology. She works at a very secret company trying to allocate where and who “the circle” was. But what does this have to do with her?
Did I mention that she is very expert in origami? More expert than anyone you would ever know?
No, I didn’t…
Well, she is the head of the “Human Resources” hub in her organization.
Not only does she know origami, she also knows engineering, and can make her creations fly, literally.
She makes very complex creations and sends them to her enemies, - or “the circle”, to be precise - along with a happy wish for them.
Her work, along with making origami creations for her enemies, is also to know how they react, to then manipulate them.

Task #5 “Pick a topic (e.g. frogs) and write 100 words all about that topic. You only have 100 words, so think about what the most important things to say are! You can include information about the topic, your opinions on it, or a mix.”
Topic: Essays
111/100 words
An essay is a generally short and formal piece of writing about a specific subject where the author explains or defends their own point of view in relation with the selected subject, but essays can also be used to present an idea, propose an argument, define a concept, term, or word, or initiate a debate. In my opinion, essays are a very good way for the author to express their own opinions on the topic and inform readers about new points of view. That is, reading essays about topics of the reader’s interest can open new doors and windows for them, points of view they may have not thought of before.

Exploring Fiction
Task #1 “Use a random number generator from 1 to the age of your character. Write about a memory your character has from when they were this age. If your character’s more than, say, 50, you can split their life into periods of 5 or 10 years and write about a memory from that period of their life instead of a specific year if you want. 300 words!”
Current character’s age: 14
Character’s memory age: 8
313/300 words
“HA, HA, HA, HA!” I laugh at Dorthea’s outfit. “I think you’ve got the wrong uniform… Ha, ha, ha!”
She is a new student. She had on the winter uniform. In midsummer.
She looks very ridiculous.
Suddenly, a memory from more than five years ago popped in my head.
“YOU ARE DUMB!”
Why - why am I doing this?
I quickly run to the school’s entrance and exit gate.
I need to clear my mind. Luckily, classes just ended, so I’m going home by the school bus. Emily was absent today, so I’ll have the whole trip home to think about what I just did.
I - I just bullied someone.
Why did I?
I - I don’t know.
I was bullied - when I was eight.
By one of my best friends… Eliza…
That happened more than five years ago.
They say they are very sorry now.
But I still can't forget it.
It hurt.
It hurt a lot.
I remember I came back home crying…
What worries me now is what I have done to Dorthea - did I traumatize her forever?
Argh! When did I transform into that type of person?!
The memories from when I was eight came back to my mind…
“YOU ARE VERY DUMB! YOU DID NOT GET THE “THERE ___ FOUR APPLES” QUESTION RIGHT!”
“I… I…”
“YOU WHAT?”
And then I ran home, crying.
I think… - I should do something for her. A gift. A cake. Something to show her that I’m really sorry.
Done. I’ve made chocolate chip cookies, my specialty, for Dorthea.
Okay, time to go to school…
W… Where is she?
I’ll revise her desk…
There’s a note…
“To whom it may concern:” it reads “I’ve left the schoo-”
No.
No.
I can’t believe I did this to someone.
Because of a uniform?
“You give, what you get.” I whisper. “And I gave Dorthea what Eliza gave me.”

Task #2 “Write a scene with a sad/depressing mood, then write the same scene again with a happy mood, and finally once more with a mood of your choice (e.g. humorous, hopeful, fearful). 100 words per scene, for a total of 300!”
Scene #1 - Depressing - 107/100
Scene #2 - Happy - 106/100
Scene #3 - Fearful - 102/100

#1 - Depressing
“I’m going to be eaten by a dinosaur…” I whisper. “What bad luck I have…”
I decide to resign.
“Nothing else I can do… Plus, I’m getting tired. I can’t… run… anymore…”
I see the dinosaur’s mouth getting closer and closer… It’s enormous… and its teeth are very sharp…
“There’s… nothing… else… I… can… do… Goodbye… world…” It's so hard to speak after running for so long… My words come out of my mouth gaspingly.
“Hello… Mrs… Dino…” This is the end… In a few moments, I’m going to be eaten by a dinosaur. Great. That’s definitely not how I imagined spending my vacations… But never mind.

#2 - Happy
“I’m going to be eaten by a dinosaur!” I whisper. “I have the best of luck! Yay!”
I decide to stop running.
“Perfect, I’m now going to wait here so the Dino can eat me… I always wanted to see how the dinos’ body is!”
I can see the dinosaur’s mouth getting closer and closer… It’s gorgeous… Something I always liked…
“Now I’m going to… stop moving… and prepare… to… getting… eaten…… this is… a sacrifice… for the… science…”
In a few moments, I’m going to be eaten by a dinosaur. I’m so happy! I will finally see how its body works! Aaaah, I’m so excited!

#3 - Fearful
“Oh my gosh, oh my gosh! There’s a dinosaur chasing me! It’s going to eat me! Oh my gosh, oh my gosh!”
I continue running as much as I can. But I know that, at some point, I won’t have more strength… and the dinosaur will get to eat me…
I’m feeling very tired. I can’t continue running.
But I need to. Or else, that big dino will eat me!
Help!
Ahhhhh, I see its mouth! It’s reaching me!
No, no, no, this can’t be possible!
It’s a dream!
I think it isn’t… Oh my gosh, oh my gosh!
It’s getting closer…

Exploring Non-Fiction
Task #1 “Write a̶n̶ ̶e̶s̶s̶a̶y̶ a few paragraphs discussing the pros and cons of quality > quantity OR arguing your opinion on whether quality or quantity is more important in writing, for 600 words.”
617/600 words
There’s a saying called “quality > quantity.” Or better said, “quality over quantity.” So what does this exactly mean?
Let’s break this down with an analogy - do you like pizza?
I hope you do. But if not, never mind… Going back to the analogy, would you rather have one slice of the most delicious and tasty pizza you have ever tasted, or one entire pizza that tasted okay, but had a lot of cheese and tomato sauce?
If you have eaten the entire pizza, you’ll feel full for some time, but after, you’ll feel not that good because eating all of that cheese and tomato sauce. So, maybe, it would have been better if you had eaten the only one slice of delicious pizza… This is what I meant by “quality over quantity”. Nobody wants an entire pizza that's overdosed on cheese and tomato sauce, made in five minutes. What people want is a delicious -at least one slice- pizza, with the right proportions and amount of ingredients. A quality pizza.
After breaking this down, I’ll list three pros and cons of each side.
A few quality pros are that:

• Shows dedication and motivation of the author/creator
  
• Focus on depth and qualities instead of numeric values
  
• Gets more loyal readers/viewers. If your work is high quality and hard working, in the long run, it's more recognised!
  However, as everything, quality over quantity also has its cons:
  

• Writing/making high quality content takes time! Nobody can write down a story and make it high quality in three minutes. It takes time and patience…
  
• Quality writing/creations have very high standards! Don’t pretend to give or sell a “quality” work that you made in two minutes! Follow the instructions the buyer gave you and take your time!
  
• Difficult with deadlines. If your work is due tomorrow, you don’t really want to spend all the night editing and proofreading your essay. This may make your essay more perfect, but is not completely required.
  

Now let's go through quantity pros:

• When publishing online works, such as blogs, the more you post, the more views you receive!
  
• The content, generally online works, grows stale very quickly, which means that it needs to be endlessly generated, repurposed, and updated.
  
• Quantity work can be relatively easy to create, as you don’t worry about the quality of it.
  

And lastly, cons of quantity are:

• Posting quickly doesn’t exactly mean that if you create very frequently you'll get more of everything.
  
• It often doesn’t pay well, since it’s very easy to create, people pay very little for it.
  
• Some may say that quantity often impresses people at first impressions, i.e.: “Look at that essay! It’s 1800 words long!”. But first impressions don’t last forever, and then people will be like “That essay might have been really long, but it’s really badly written.”
  

After going and reading through all of this, to conclude this essay, some people may still think that quality goes over quantity, or in reverse, quantity over quality. It’s their decision how they react or, better said, how they do things. However, I want to highlight that, in my opinion, each thing has its advantages and disadvantages. And for having a good life, business, hobby, or everything, I personally recommend you to “be in the middle” or “make a balance”. This means that you shouldn’t go to the extreme and make something in five minutes, but you shouldn’t also spend all the night proofreading, editing, and redoing your essay or adding too many unnecessary details to your product. With that in mind, I personally would like to change the saying to “quality ~ quantity”. Or, in other words, “quality is similar to quantity”.

Task #2 “Write a piece of writing in the style of a magazine or newspaper article all about something SWC related (e.g. word wars, your cabin, SWC itself, the hosts). You could be explaining what it is, announcing breaking news about it or writing an insider’s article on all the ins and outs of it! 600 words.”
639/600 words
You hear a doorbell sound.
“I wonder who this is…” You see the newspaper on the floor.
“Thanks!” You say to the guy handing out the newspapers to the rest of your neighborhood.
“Hm… The newspaper is here. Let’s see what we have for today…” You enter home and sit on the couch, revising the news. You quickly turn the pages of the “Wiki Wednesday” and “Scratch Design Studio” sections, until you find the “Scratch Writing Camp” one. Your favorite! You loved going through the daily point reports and seeing the improvements and deteriorations of each cabin.
“Let’s see… ” You slowly look at the small table of contents located on the SWC section. “First Cabin Wars… Cool! Page 48… What else do we have? Arson + Chaos + Mangoes = SWC…” You laugh at this title. “Page 51…” Your eyes quickly go through the whole table of contents. Then, you saw it. In a smaller size and different font, it reads “SWC - Breaking News” You instantly feel attracted by that title. “Let’s see… Page 52.” You very quickly navigate there. The complete title reads: “Scratch Writing Camp - A New Discovery - Breaking News.” You wonder why the article was named that way - and you discover it as you read the subtitle: “Alba, Birdi, Honey, Kat, Bakie… SWC (co-)hosts… Candy, Li, Sini, Icy, Taryn, Ender… SWC (g)Hosts… All of them have something in common despite being (co-)(g)Hosts… Want to know what…?”
You instantly feel attracted by that subtitle. You can feel some sort of tickle in your arms, the one you feel when you’re about to live - or read, in this case - an adventure.
“This looks like an awesome way to spend my time… Let’s see…”
You turn the page as you want to start reading.
“Some may believe that the Scratch Writing Camp (co-)(g)Hosts - Alba, Birdi, Honey, Kat, Bakie, Candy, Li, Sini, Icy, Taryn, Ender - are just normal people - but in fact, they are not - recent investigations have confirmed that they are involved with arson, mangoes stealing, and creation of public chaos. But most importantly, they are also accused of being complete tyrants over everyone participating in Scratch Writing Camp (commonly abbreviated SWC). And although they really and firmly negate this, we can confirm that the investigations are very correct.” You take a pause to breathe and drink some water before continuing. “That said, they will try to negate those statements very firmly, as everybody knows, they are very… dedicated and determined. However, you should just ignore them, or else they can get very mad at you… This confirmed theory shall remain in silence by all of the Scratch Writing Camp’s participants and, of course, other people.” You stop reading for a few minutes. Was that really true? Are the SWC (co-)(g)Hosts really arsonists, mangoes robbers, public chaos creators, and tyrants? That is impossible to believe. However, a small thought pops in your head, “What if this is true…?” You start doubting everything the (co-)(g)Hosts have done in the past, during fourteen sessions, that is, forty-two months… You continue reading after taking a pause to think about what you’ve just read. “To conclude this article, we highly discourage getting involved with this Scratch Writing Camp, as there were cases where the tyrants encouraged participants to get involved with the crimes previously mentioned.”
You take a deep breath, to think deeply about what you just read. “Can this - be really… true?”
Interrupting your thoughts, you hear a doorbell sound, again. Who’s it this time?
“Who is it?” You ask, without opening the door.
“We are Alba and Birdi-”
You start to panic a bit.
They came to your house.
You have to admit, that article was very well written.
But, it made you really panic about the (co-)(g)Hosts.
“Is somebody in there?”

Great Total: 2135 words!

I sit on the table, after preparing all the dinner myself, waiting for my dad to come eat it. Life is hard sometimes.
My memory goes back to the time that mom was here with us. Everything was easier. She did a lot for me - helping me study for my tests, explaining things I didn't understand, organising school plays, leaving her job before she was supposed to be home with me… But now she is gone…
I hear footsteps. I better get up from my chair - dad is coming.
“Did you prepare rice with chicken?!” My dad growls. Oh-oh. This is going to be a tough night.
“I… I forgot…” I knew what he was going to do. He got his belt out…
My dad currently drinks. After what happened with my mom, he started to drink to “forget it ever happened”. His objective was quickly fulfilled, but he could not stop after that. He currently drinks one or two glasses of beer per day.
“Ouch!” I scream to myself.
“Now, you're going to bed without eating!” He screams. I was pretty accustomed to this…
I quickly obey him. I went to my room. It is very small. A plegable bed on a corner, a little desk, and some books. From now on, I refuse to call him dad. I'll refer to him as “he” or “him”.
“Him” is now coming upstairs. I quickly assemble the plegable bed, cover myself with the poor blanket and I pretend to be asleep. I hear “him” coming to my room, and I can see him (without him seeing me) peeking at my door.
“Everything in order…” He says very softly.
Then, he goes to his room. In contrast to mine, his room is very big. I'm currently sleeping where the guest room was. My old room is now locked. It was pretty comfortable…
Since mom died, life has been very difficult. Dad blames me because I insisted she to go to that concert. The truth is (she told me this before going) that she was very overwhelmed. Then I told her that she should go to the concert that middle school was holding that night. I also told her that I had a lot of things to study (of course, this was true) but she could tell me everything after.
After a lot of time speaking, I finally convinced her, and she said she was going to the concert to relax a bit.
But she never came back…
Because her car - her car did…
I cannot continue without pouring some tears.
Life has been tough without her, and it still is, though more than three years passed since then.
I’m still wondering why. She was a very good driver, she never did…
We did an autopsy. But it failed. We’ll never know what happened to her or why it happened…
Since then, “he” has been different.
I wonder why “he” changed.
Before this, “he” was very affectionate with me.
I think he also feels mom’s loss…
But actually, he shouldn’t be unburdened about mom’s loss with me.
But once again, actually, I was the one who insisted she to go there.
But once more, actually, it (was) her life. And I was just suggesting. Wasn’t I?
I - Maybe it’s my fault.
But, again, I couldn’t have known that that was going to happen.
But I could have foreseen this was going to happen. Could I?
I always wished I could be the perfect daughter. Or at least, a semi-perfect daughter…
And I was.
At mom’s eyes.
And I’m now an impediment to “his” eyes.

A deep investigation on SWC (co-)(g)Hosts
——
You hear a doorbell sound.
“I wonder who this is…” You see the newspaper on the floor.
“Thanks!” You say to the guy handing out the newspapers to the rest of your neighborhood.
“Hm… The newspaper is here. Let’s see what we have for today…” You enter home and sit on the couch, revising the news. You quickly turn the pages of the “Wiki Wednesday” and “Scratch Design Studio” sections, until you find the “Scratch Writing Camp” one. Your favorite! You loved going through the daily point reports and seeing the improvements and deteriorations of each cabin.
“Let’s see… ” You slowly look at the small table of contents located on the SWC section. “First Cabin Wars… Cool! Page 48… What else do we have? Arson + Chaos + Mangoes = SWC…” You laugh at this title. “Page 51…” Your eyes quickly go through the whole table of contents. Then, you saw it. In a smaller size and different font, it reads “SWC - Breaking News” You instantly feel attracted by that title. “Let’s see… Page 52.” You very quickly navigate there. The complete title reads: “Scratch Writing Camp - A New Discovery - Breaking News.” You wonder why the article was named that way - and you discover it as you read the subtitle: “Alba, Birdi, Honey, Kat, Bakie… SWC (co-)hosts… Candy, Li, Sini, Icy, Taryn, Ender… SWC (g)Hosts… All of them have something in common despite being (co-)(g)Hosts… Want to know what…?”
You instantly feel attracted by that subtitle. You can feel some sort of tickle in your arms, the one you feel when you’re about to live - or read, in this case - an adventure.
“This looks like an awesome way to spend my time… Let’s see…”
You turn the page as you want to start reading.
“Some may believe that the Scratch Writing Camp (co-)(g)Hosts - Alba, Birdi, Honey, Kat, Bakie, Candy, Li, Sini, Icy, Taryn, Ender - are just normal people - but in fact, they are not - recent investigations have confirmed that they are involved with arson, mangoes stealing, and creation of public chaos. But most importantly, they are also accused of being complete tyrants over everyone participating in Scratch Writing Camp (commonly abbreviated SWC). And although they really and firmly negate this, we can confirm that the investigations are very correct.” You take a pause to breathe and drink some water before continuing. “That said, they will try to negate those statements very firmly, as everybody knows, they are very… dedicated and determined. However, you should just ignore them, or else they can get very mad at you… This confirmed theory shall remain in silence by all of the Scratch Writing Camp’s participants and, of course, other people.” You stop reading for a few minutes. Was that really true? Are the SWC (co-)(g)Hosts really arsonists, mangoes robbers, public chaos creators, and tyrants? That is impossible to believe. However, a small thought pops in your head, “What if this is true…?” You start doubting everything the (co-)(g)Hosts have done in the past, during fourteen sessions, that is, forty-two months… You continue reading after taking a pause to think about what you’ve just read. “To conclude this article, we highly discourage getting involved with this Scratch Writing Camp, as there were cases where the tyrants encouraged participants to get involved with the crimes previously mentioned.”
You take a deep breath, to think deeply about what you just read. “Can this - be really… true?”
Interrupting your thoughts, you hear a doorbell sound, again. Who’s it this time?
“Who is it?” You ask, without opening the door.
“We are Alba and Birdi-”
You start to panic a bit.
They came to your house.
You have to admit, that article was very well written.
But, it made you really panic about the (co-)(g)Hosts.
“Is somebody in there?”

part 1 - 572/500 words.
i'll add the link to this later
also done, here you go
You enter the Greek Temple, to explore. You’ve known Amy, Sai, and Frog a few days ago, and they showed you their “house” - the temple.
And now, you’ve gotten permission from them to explore it!
You pull the big and heavy and beautiful door, painted of gold, with some fine details painted with white. You enter the colossal and old temple - it looks like a laberint.
“Woah…”
You hear some voices discussing and try to follow them. What was happening?
Finally, after climbing a lot of stairs, and turning left and right a lot of times, you get to the room the voices were coming from. A rusty, old sign above the door reads “Mystology Hangout Room”. You wonder what is that - but you decide to save your question for when you see Amy again. You slowly push the door and enter the room. You see the two people discussing. It is a small room compared to others you have seen here, but it’s also weird. There is a small marker board, with some markers and an eraser, some books, and some bean bag chairs that looked very comfortable. If you had to choose a word to describe it - it certainly wouldn’t be “greek” or “mythology”… The atmosphere and design of the room makes you think of a train station - however, you look to the door, and you see the hall you just left to enter here - and it’s the same. You’re still in the temple…
“What’s happening here?” You break the silence by talking softly.
“Nothing too special… I just entered here and said Mythology for the win, and they said that Mystery deserved a win too - however I don’t completely understand this…”
“Let’s have some ice breakers. Tell your pronouns, and nickname, so we can get to know each other better - and understand this.” You say slowly, in case one of them is opposed to your plan. They don’t seem like they are, but they don’t speak, so you take the initiative.
“I don’t have a nickname at all - but I use they/them pronouns. You guys can call me whatever you want.” You laugh nervously.
“I’m Daiki, and I use the pronouns he/him.” The first person, the one that explained the situation to you, starts to introduce himself.
“I’m Fi, and I use any pronouns - but you can refer to me as they/them.”
You think that there’s something that doesn’t fit. You have read the camper list some time ago and didn’t see anybody called Fi - what was happening?
“Before you ask - no, I’m not from Mythology.”
Uh?
“I’m from Mystery - In fact, I’m one of the Mystery cos-”
“Excuse me, but this is Mythology Cabin-”
“Yep. But this room is designed for Mystology.”
You decide to not save the question you had a few minutes ago and ask it to Fi.
“What does Mystology mean?”
“Oh, it’s a ship name for Mythology and Mystery.”
That makes sense…
“But what were you two discussing about?”
“I said Mythology for the win, but Fi emerged out of nowhere…” Daiki makes a pause and laughs.
“From that portal. It’s a connection between our cabins.” Fi interrupts and points to a hidden portal.
“And said that Mystery deserved a win too. And I was confused, until Fi said this was like a hangout for the two of us-”
You all laugh.
“Now, let’s have fun! What’d you like to play?”

part 2 - 319/300 words
this is for non-fi! enjoy
As you close the automated and welcoming message that you just received, you navigate through the website, trying to discover all the amazing functions of it. Then, you reach a section designed for writing essays and non-fictions. There’s also an advanced spell, grammar, punctuation, consistency, and plagiarism checker for essays; and much more: Vocabulary enhancers… Colloquial usages… You are amazed by all the options the website has to improve your writing. Suddenly, you feel the need to write something - you choose to write an essay. Essays are your strong point - and now you have an entire website dedicated to them!
You quickly fill a few pages. Then, you share it with the community. Instantly, you receive lots of notifications of people reading your essay, people writing positive comments about your essay. You also receive a notification from the three admins: “Welcome again to Nonfiction.com. We hope you’re enjoying your stay here. Please let us know if you have a problem by contacting us in our profiles or by asking in www.nonfiction.com/help. Zura, Pi, and Fenn.”
You instantly feel welcomed on the website - you love writing essays. And now, you’ve met a community that also loves non-fiction and essays. Just like you.
“This is my place.”
You also discover the discussion forums. You decide to enter the “Writings by the Community” category. You are instantly captivated by the amount and quality of all the posts. The part of the community you’ve seen until now is amazing. You click on a pinned post written by the admins, tituled “Resources” - ready to read through it and start your adventure themed around non-fiction.
You continue writing your essay. The words just flow through you, and in a few minutes, you have filled a few more pages. Then, you post it in the discussion forums.
“+3000 words from an essay. Please add the corresponding 1000 points to the Non-Fiction Cabin.”

part 3 - 310/300
this is continuing mythology!
You follow the trio into the Greek Temple, insecure about them. You just got to know them and now you are following them into a temple - who knows what's in there! - a Greek Temple. So it's not only big or laberintical. It's also old.
You follow the three figures for some time - you think hours have passed, but you check your clock, and it's been just a few minutes.
After five minutes of walking inside the unknown temple, the figures slowly stop walking, and you too, in front of a door.
The figures turn to your direction:
“This room is connected with-”
You cannot resist. You slowly open the door. You take a breath, and you instantly feel… that there's something different. Something that doesn't fit.
You come back to continue hearing Amy.
“-and here's the main cabin,” she points to another door. “where you add points for our cabin! They're very important” Amy continues the explanation and winks. “Please, if you have another question, don't hesitate to ask me, Frog, or Sai!”
The three of them smile, genuinely,
You like the smile and expression of the figures. They all seem kind and sincere.
“I think I'm really going to like my time here… Once I get used to all those halls…” You laugh, talking to yourself.
You get permission from the three figures to explore the “castle”.
“That's a cool name for this place…” you say to yourself, in a half-joking manner.
The figures told you to explore the first floor of the temple (yes, it has more than one!), but you're intrigued by that room. After some thinking, you decide to enter the room. You get there and…
“Knock knock…”
There doesn't seem to be anybody in there, so you just push the door.
There's somebody.
Somebody with a strange look.
"What are you doing in my castle?!"

part 4 - 1,001/1,000 words.
oooh, this is the part where cami doesn't provide proof bc her writing is trash ;w; /jjjjjj
disclaimer and spoiler warning ;w;: i've seen many leaders dropping out this month so that's a part of the story ;w; names of cabins have been switched.
here you go:
Second week of Scratch Writing Camp. Around seven o'clock in the morning.
You suddenly wake up. You hear a lot of excitement and hubbub. You are confused for a second.
You've been in Scratch Writing Camp for around two weeks. And then, you remember. The second Saturday…
Now you know. It's the typical excitement of cabin wars.
You get up very quickly. It's better to start writing as soon as you can.
Then, you remember that you should revise the possible wars list, to check rules, bases, points, and conditions. Done. Now, you are ready to start writing, writing, writing.
You see your leader standing in front of you.
“Good morning! We were attacked around five o'clock in the morning, so please start writing as soon as possible!”
“You have two hours left to finish our war, and you need two thousand words!” You hear a voice coming from the speakers. It's probably coming from the Real-Fi cabin. They're one of your strongest enemies.
You start writing, and after one hour…
“Our current total is 1,678 words! We need 322 more words guys!” One of your cabin mates yells. Unfortunately, you've just written a few words. This is the worst moment to have writer's block. However, an idea pops in your head. Your head's light bulb turns on. Unfortunately, you spent around one hour doing nothing, thinking… Very awkward.
You quickly start writing. There's just half an hour left! You write like crazy, and now there's just ten minutes left. You quickly count the words. 295.
“Guys! We need twenty seven more words in ten minutes!”
The cabin mate you're sitting next to is writing a poem. Very slowly…
The rest of you have already contributed to the war, and you just have been warred with a special war that you can be warred only once: Two thousand words as a cabin - but literally everyone needs to contribute. And that includes the cabin mate you're sitting next to.
They have written only fifteen words. That means… You quickly rest mentally. 27 minus 15… 12.
“Guys! We have two minutes to write twelve words!”
But another rule of the war it's that everyone needs to contribute at least twenty five words. You quickly cross a glance with your other cabin mates. What that rule means it's that the cabin mate you're sitting next to needs to write the remaining twelve words.
They have written seven more… what means there's still five words and one minute and a half remaining.
There's a line left in their poem. It's titled “Inspiration”. The last line they have written reads:
“And then, an idea popped in my head.”
You quickly search for a line they could add that matches the theme of their poem.
“Add: ‘Like a light bulb turned on’”. You say. There's thirty seconds left.
They quickly add those six sort of magic words. Those six words that saved you from those balloons filled with water Real-Fi would kick to all of you, adding to the loss of 1,500 points.
“WE DID IT GUYS! WE HAVE 2,001 WORDS!!!”
Your leader quickly gets the microphone and says:
“COMPLETED THE WAR! 2,001 WORDS.”
Phew, that was close.
However…
A quarter to five in the morning. Last week of Scratch Writing Camp. There isn't any hubbub and excitement…
You hear some sort of soft trumpets.
You slowly open your eyes and see your leader and co-leaders standing in front of all of you.
“Sorry guys, we want to be all awake when the first war occurs.”
Then, you remember. Cabin wars happen twice a session! And you aren't allowed to war a cabin before five o'clock.
You quickly get dressed, ready to start writing as soon as you are warred.
You look through Real-Fi's window. They are sleeping.
It's now five o'clock. The hubbub and excitement it's starting, again. You decide to war Real-Fi, and now you have your leader's permission… Time for revenge…
The Real-Fi campers, leaders, and co's are now getting dressed, having breakfast, etc. They seem to have forgotten the strategy they used on the first cabin wars - the one that you executed today: waking up before five o'clock and preparing everything for cabin wars.
You decide to use the hardest you can find in them. You choose to use the one they warred on you - “Write 2,000 words as a cabin in the next four hours, but everyone needs to contribute at least twenty five words, or else, lose 1,500 points.”
You quickly get the microphone and say the war and its rules to the Real-Fi cabin.
Now, you've been warred the most easy war by your nice sibling Dystopian, to keep your shield up. You all start writing, and in a few hours you've finished the war correspondly. Nice.
While your shield is up, you look at the other cabins. Dystopian, Horror, Thriller, Mystery, and Fairy Tales seem to be going nice, while some other cabins… not at all. Especially Real-Fi, which was classified as one of the more competitive and active cabins.. Today isn't their day at all… They seemed… chaotic…?
You wonder what's happening. Then, you see somebody going out of Real-Fi's cottage. Uh-oh… They are holding luggage. They are definitely dropping out of SWC.
This month a lot of leaders had dropped out, such as Poetry's, Sci-Fi's, Adventure's, and now Real-Fi's? Oh wow…Wait, but are they a leader? Maybe not…
You try to see through the window, but all you can see it's three figures. You can distinguish if they are the leaders or not, because they're facing inside their cottage.
Meanwhile, you've been warred, so you start writing again, but you can't stop thinking about Real-Fi.
Then, you look through the window. Again. Two of the figures have long hair, and you recognize them as the two co's of Real-Fi.
The third figure suddenly turns their head to you. They have blonde hair.
Real-Fi's leader had brown hair.
Uh-oh.
That means…

Grand Total: 2,202