Her dark blonde hair was cut short to just around her ears. She would be the last to die, Jason thought. She wasn't a good girl. She had come to his camp with the other bad kids, so she couldn't be a good girl.

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I was alone in the far cabin since my so-called friends had paired up and I was the odd one out. Ok, Mira was truly my friend, but the rest were just friends of a friend, and I didn't want to deal with sharing a cabin with someone I don't know. Also I didn't really want to be stuck with a bunch of horny drunk assholes.

I had my earbuds plugged in and my music pretty loud so I didn't hear the screams until it was too late.

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Ok, backing up to why I was even at the camp. My friend Mira invited me to go with her a handful of her other friends to camp out for a week up north, and I've always loved camping. So hell yeah, I'd go.

But they didn't bother to tell me that it was a supposedly haunted camp. If I had known that, I would have said nope. I've seen too many horror movies with the same plot. Group of young adults/teens go camping in the woods/at a camp, and most/all die gruesomely. The killer in the last one I watched was one of the campers.

I'd probably survive if we're going with the final girl trope; virgin, doesn't do drugs, doesn't drink alcohol. Sure, I tried pot once or twice, and to be honest it tastes gross as fuck. It sticks to your lips and you cough a lot. And I got drunk once. Never again. Worst decision of my life. Before now.

And the whole virgin thing is because I never had the opportunity to, just not social enough for that. I'm really unsocial, is that a word? I think it is because I just used it, so it is. But really, I hate being in large groups, and I get really anxious and that is not fun.

So I'm the only one who isn't really friends with the group, and usually that means a) I die first, b) I'm a suspect until I get killed, c) I get kidnapped by the murderer as bait then killed, or d) I'm the fucking final girl.

And I really don't want to die.