"It was a dark and windy night. Just like this one," Gilbert began, the fire glowing on his face, "and three scouts were camping in the woods."
"This sounds like you're just trying to scare us," his friend Antonio said, Francis shaking beside him.
"Shut up! This really happened. Now as I was saying, three boys were camping in the woods."
"You said scouts before. Why point this out now?" Francis asked him.
"Fine, they were Boy Scouts. Happy blondie?" He growled. His friend nodded. "Thank you. Now, they were all alone outside and after a while, and they heard a noise."
"Why were they alone? Our parents are in the tent right next to us." Antonio questioned.
"Because they're not babies like you," the first boy stuck out his tongue.
"I'm not a baby!" Antonio whined. "You're being mean."
"Am not! Tell him Franny!"
"He's right Gil, you should apologize," Francis told him smugly.
"Shut up," he snarled before jumping on the other boy. Eventually, this turned into an all-out brawl.
"Shut up in there!" Came an adult voice from the other tent.
The chorus of children's voices sounded, "Yes sir."
I. Have. Returned! *thunder and lightning* Just little baby BFT that I wrote in English class and my teacher actually really enjoyed. He says he wants to get some of my work published! Anywho, as always, reviews are appreciated.
