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CAMP DIRECTOR: Ryan Seacrest (212)-555-5809 CAMP WALAWALA
 * Before I forget to mention it my name is Holly James.It all started last summer when I promised my mom I would get a summer job. Who knew she would already have an interview scheduled for me the next day at Camp WalaWala. I would've prefered Camp Swaylocken only it already had enough counselors for the forty kids who went there. The man in charge of camp WalaWala was:**


 * Anyways, apparently the guy just wanted to meet me because my mom already got me the job the day before. So the following weekend I started at Camp WalaWala making $7.50 an hour. I was 1 of 13 counselors and we were handling 75 kids. It was chaotic at times, but, somehow we got through it. The guy in charge seemed nice enough and he seened genuinally pleased that I was going to be 1 of the new counselors and that made me fell a little less angry about the job. When I got there everyone seemed so nice.

I'm getting off topic, so the week after I started is when "it" started to happen. I went to the mail center and in my box I had the usaul care package from mom and a few letters from my friends, but, what caught my eye was this little shoe box with a note taped to the top. I took my mail and went to my cabin( I bunked with three other counselors:Angel, Jamie, and Leslie we call her "Les"). Luckily when I got to my room no one was there. I took the note and it read: "Here lies Holly James, a loving daughter, sister, and friend." Freaky, huh... I opened the shoebox and thats when I screamed my lungs out. In the box was a dead rat that looked like it was cut opened with a pair of scissors and messed with. I ran out my cabin as fast as I could and got rid of the rat. As for the note I hid it in my duffle bag, then sat on my bed and cried my little eyes out.

After the first week nothing bizaar liked that happened again, but, I wasn't sure so every week when I went to my box in the mail center I could feel the adrenaline flowing throughout my body until the moment I looked in my box, that lasted for about a week and a half until I was sure there was nothing to be afraid of. After a few more days it happened again. I looked in my box and their was a letter stained with a red substance which by now I knew was blood. I opened the envelope and it said, "Your the best Holly James, everyone loves you to death. But, me I'd just love your death." I was seriously scared shitless. I went straight to the director.

"Oh my god, Im so scared." I whispered softly with tears flowing down my cheaks. "What's wrong, are you okay?" Ryan had a straight face but, the look in his eyes gave away his expression. "Someone is threatening to.. to kill me" I was barely able to speak. "Holy Shit! Do you hae an idea of who it might be, do you think their serious, did they attack you, h...". I cut him off. "Why would someone joke about smething like that and NO they didnt attack me, they've sent me things." "Like what?" inquired Ryan with a curious expression but also a little afraid to ask. "I've gotten a package with a dead rat in it and a note that said Holly James, a loving daughter,sister and friend." "And today...," my words were slurred."I got a note that said your the best Holly James, everyone loves you to death. But, me I'd just love your death." "Umm... I think your imagination is getting the best of you. Go to your cabin and get some rest. OK." "You think I'm making this up." "I just think you should go home and rest for a while." The way he said it was a little suspicious like he was hiding something.

From there I knew I couldn't trust anyone and I would have to solve this little problem on my own. And what scared me the most was that I really understood at that moment that I truly was on my own and I would have to be scared into growing up. A week had past since I had recieved notes and I thought it was over. Easy, huh. When I got home I found a trace of footprints in my cabin that led to my bed. I walked over to her bed and looked under it and found a package, in it was a bloody knife and once again another note.This time the note said "Why are you trying to bring trouble my way, Holly? That's not nice! You will pay!!! -cw"

Those initials woke me up and I realized that the stationary the note was written on had the initials cw printed on it. CW stands for Camp Walawala. You know who is the only person that has customized stationary with the intials cw on it in this entire camp? Yep. You guessed it Mr. Ryan Seacrest. I am in awe right now he seemed so nice and supported my whole stay here I just can't believe he would... He will be the one to pay. Holly fled the camp without notice to go to the Board of Directors for youth camps and confronted the comittee. She told them why she was there and asked them what they are going to do about it.

"MS. HOLLY JAMES WE TAKE THESE THINGS VERY SERIOUSLY CAN WE VIEW THESE ITEMS OF EVIDENCE YOU SAY YOU HAVE." said the guy with the weird beard sitting in the middle of everyone. I'm pretty sure he was the president. "Yes here you go." I stated formally trying to keep my expression strong and not show any sign of weakness. And do you want to know what he did he shredded it into tiny little pieces and you better believe it I was astonished. I could not believe he would do that. Then he slapped me with harrasment charges and thats how I ended up here. I'm doing 300 hrs of community service. And that's only because I pleaed guilty to the judge and he felt bad for me. My mom surely wasn't proud of me. Who knew Ryan Seacrest was so famous here in America. He isn't known back in the town of Willesophia. Oh well at least I don't have to work for another month. (laughs)**