"Great. Just Great. You got us lost. Nice going Bart," I sneered at him, trying hard not to explode. I could barely contain my anger as I glared into those small, piggy eyes on that round, chubby face that belonged to Bart Shrimpson, who was staring defiantly back, determined not to look away. Bart claimed he knew a shortcut to the campsite at the forest but all he did was led us into the middle of nowhere.
We groped around in the darkness, trying to get out of this dense jungle when we heard a high-pitched laugh. A curvy women, with long, silky hair sashayed beside a man who was wearing a jacket made of leather. He swaggered with his arm around the woman's slim waist, wearing a smug on his face. What could two high-class people be doing here in a jungle? We sneaked behind them, curiosity taking control.
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