"Guys!

I have been surfing the internet for what we can do during the June holidays and I have got
it!" exclaimed Jo. Max, Peter and I perked up and started listening intently to our friend, Jo. School
had just ended hours ago and we were at Max's house, just so that we could hang out, Jo had her
eyes glued to her phone and Max, Peter and I indulged ourselves in
a game of "UNO." I was so close to winning but Jo had interrupted us.

"We could go camping!" Jo suggested. Upon hearing that, I was astounded! Camping? I had neither
gone camping with my friends nor my family. Our school camp had been cancelled last year owing
to the surge in the coronavirus cases. Camping was surely going to be a fun-filled and adventurous
leisure activity. After a group discussion among Max, Peter and me, we finally to came a conclusion
- we were going to set aside a few days in the June holidays for camping. And to add a cherry on
top, we received our parents' approval. We squealed in deliriousness in the midst of our packing of
equipment and food and water supplies. Due to the fact that our parents were not going to
accompany us in our camping, they cautioned us to be responsible and not get into any kind of
trouble as the wilderness was quite a
dangerous place. Nonetheless, I felt that we were already old enough to manage and take care of
ourselves, so I did not take what they said to heart. I should have.

The following day, I found myself at a nearby forest area, waving goodbye to my parents, and so
were Max, Peter and Jo. "If anything goes wrong, call us immediately your phones. Only use them
during emergencies and do not use the battery! "they reminded. Nodding our heads in unison, we
said our final goodbyes and before I knew it, I saw my parents' car, along with Max's , Jo's and
Peter's parents' car, zoom off into the horizon. Now, we were truly
alone.

Since it was early morning, I thought that it would be "sensible" to explore the nature around us and
relax for some time. Nevertheless, Peter, the brains of the group, pointed out that setting up our tent
would be the first step to take before exploring our surroundings. In a split second, we grabbed our
to-be tent and set it up, before hammering a few pegs down so as to
stabilize our tent. The "yellow hot" had just enough room for all of us to stay so it was a strokes of
luck for us. Then, we ventured deep into the woods, keeping Jo and Max to guard the camp. Peter
and I were on a mission to collect as many sticks as we could for that night's campfire. Peter picked
up the sticks while I carried them back to the tent. All of us lay the
sticks on the ground in the correct position for a campfire." So far, so good "I thought. It was true.
No hindrances took place in our camping adventure up to now...

That night, we roasted marshmallows on the fire we ignited. The campfire had turned out to be a
success. We entered the forest and explored the place from top to bottom, for the whole afternoon
and even managed to catch some fish in a river a stone's throw away from the campsite. They were
being cooked by the bright, orange flames of our campfire. Sure enough, camping had become a
favourite activity of mine. Who knows what we could discover the following day? My curiosity was
piqued by that question. A few hours later, we snuggled inside our tent in our sleeping bags. The
moon was our only source of light. The bio-luminescent fireflies outside fluttered about, dancing
together under the bright moonlight. Their lights could easily be seen from inside our tent, and they
were enough to help me droop my eyes. Soon enough, I was fast asleep.

Not even a couple of hours passed. "Grr! Grr!" growls sounded. I woke
up out of the blue, jolted by the menacing sounds. My eyes bulged out of my sockets the moment I
caught sight of a figure outside. Owing to the tent, I could only see the figure's shape. It was
colossal in size, two front and two hind legs keeping it on the ground. I was under the covers in an
instant. A thousand speculations ran through my rattled mind. "What was that? Were our lives at
stake?" I wondered. To my horror, I realised that I only had the company of a fast asleep Jo. Max
and Peter had vanished! Just as I was thinking about my friends' disappearance, I saw three figures
outside. Two of them were pointing sharp sticks at the figure I had seen earlier on. They were
quaking in their boots. Unable to resist the urge to look at what was going on, I peaked outside.
"Aah! A bear!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. Regret overwhelmed me. In exchange, the bear
stood on its hind legs and let out a much louder and bone-chilling roar. In my defense, I grabbed my
bottle inside the tent and hurled it at the bear. Big mistake. The bear got even more furious now that
I had hurt it. Livid, it.
used its big, dirty claws and ripped the whole tent into pieces of fabric, just in time for Jo to wake
up and dodge the sharp claws, and so did I. And in the end the bear raised its paw and was about to
hit Jo and I to death. Mortified, I fainted.

I woke up, blinded by the bright yellow light of my night lamp. I realised I was home. My parents
were there. So were Max's, Peter's and Jo's and themselves. It turned out my parents and the other
parents, camped
near us but in an area where we could not spot them. They did so because they were unsure whether
we would be alright, all alone. Filled with gratitude,
I thanked them and apologised for not listening to their advice, properly. Ever since the bear
incident, I vowed to always exercise responsibility and caution in any place, like campsites. This
incident would be forever etched in my mind, for the years to come.

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"Guys! I've found the perfect activity for our June holidays!" exclaimed Jo, her
eyes gleaming with excitement. Max, Peter, and I put our game of UNO on hold
and turned our attention to her. "Let's go camping!" she suggested. I was taken
aback. Camping? Our school camp was cancelled last year due to the pandemic,
so this sounded like a thrilling adventure.

After a quick discussion, we decided to go for it, and to our delight, our parents
agreed. The next morning, we found ourselves waving goodbye to our parents at
a nearby forest. They reminded us to use our phones only in emergencies and be
cautious.
Peter, always the practical one, insisted we set up our tent before exploring. We
managed to pitch our tent and then ventured into the woods, gathering sticks for
the campfire. That evening, we roasted marshmallows, basking in the warmth of
our successful campfire. The forest's beauty captivated us, with fireflies dancing
in the moonlight.

Suddenly, in the dead of night, growls shattered the peace. I peeked outside and
saw a massive bear. Terrified, I grabbed a bottle and hurled it at the beast, only
to enrage it further. It tore our tent apart just as Jo and I dodged its claws.

I woke up at home, grateful and wiser. Our parents had camped nearby, just in
case. The bear encounter taught me to heed advice and be responsible. This
unforgettable adventure will stay with me forever.

GEMINI

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Crickets chirped as I peeked through the ripped tent fabric. Moonlight streamed in, revealing
Jo huddled beside me, eyes wide with terror. The bear stood on its hind legs, a monstrous
silhouette against the moonlit trees. Panic surged through me. This wasn't how our camping
adventure was supposed to end.

Just hours earlier, we were roasting marshmallows over a crackling fire, our laughter echoing
through the woods. We'd explored hidden trails and caught fish from a shimmering stream.
Everything had been perfect. But then, the growls came, shattering our idyllic world.

Regret gnawed at me. I remembered my parents' warnings about venturing deep into the
woods alone. Now, fear threatened to paralyze me. But a flicker of defiance sparked. I
grabbed my water bottle and flung it at the beast. It was a foolish act, but it bought us
precious seconds.

The bear roared, enraged. It swiped its massive paw, ripping the tent open. Jo and I scrambled
free, a blur of adrenaline as the bear towered over us. Then, blessed darkness.

I awoke in my bed, the harsh glare of a lamp replacing the soft moonlight. My parents rushed
to my side, relief etched on their faces. It turned out they'd camped nearby, a silent safety net.
Shame washed over me, but their warm embrace held a silent message – forgiveness.
The bear encounter will forever scar my memory, a constant reminder of the importance of
caution and responsibility. But it also underscored the unwavering love of my family, a love
that had followed me even into the heart of the wilderness.