"Holy shit, shit" I said.
"what is it?" ellie asked
"They are not picking up!!!"
"who is not picking whom?" Somebody called out from our back. it was Paws!
"As you say sir!" Ellie said to me (sarcastically)
"where were you, disappeared?" I asked to paws. screamed, mostly.
"I was at miss molly's garage, helping her to clean up and you guys wont believe what i found there!"
"whatt?" Ellie asked.
"See" Paws said and handed out a piece of paper.
Ellie read it and said "who am i song?, of drew?"
"what?" i tool that letter from ellie and read, yes, its the song.
"Haven't you asked miss molly about this?" I asked to paws.
"Yes and she said that drew is a 15 year old poet!"
"what but the drew, this same drew was 50 year old and was the founder of the camp and she is not a poet, she just wrote it for her loved ones, as the creepy Georgia said" Said Ellie.
"Ellie was talking about that counselor Georgia, she put a le-"
"At you doorstep, i just read your texts" Paws interrupted me
"Guys, i think whatever is happening its way bigger than we think" Ellie said
"we can't run away" Paws said
"You too, Paws?" Ellie gasped, me too, she is supporting now?
"We started this, and now, it's somehow connected to us" Paws said
I sighed and said "And if the danger is Big, we have to become even bigger"