Sounds like the opening to some suspenseful movie, right? In that same spirit, and without further introduction, that's jump right into it.
THE CHARACTERS
ALLIE: me. Twenty-four years old. Afraid of the dark, sleeping alone, and had never been on a hiking trip past three days. Usually gets anxious, but in some miracle, in the company of women, embraces everything about her experience: the oatmeal for breakfast, the pooping the woods, the endless team-building games, the Disney sing-alongs. Awarded "Most Positive/Fat Kid." Loves that optimism, loves that food.
TSEHAI: Twenty-seven years old. The girl's girl. The glue for the group. You wish you were as cool as her. Even with her endless mosquito bites, she's a bad-ass. Wears blue rimmed sunglasses, a red bandana around her head and an orange one around her mouth. A real bandit. Awarded "MVH: Most Valuable Hiker."
TRACY: Twenty-six years old. The soft-spoken, laid back leader of the pack. She knows what's up, but won't baby you about it. Like the wise, Buddhist-like sage that she is, she'll let you figure it out. Blonde hair, medium build, glasses, and from Queens (sans New York accent). She knows her shit, but won't flaunt it. A real woodswoman she is indeed.
AINSLEY: Twenty-three years old. Former YMCA leader and cheerleader, she's a big bag of tricks. Awarded "Most Entertaining" for a reason. Never a dull moment, she's always got some hand-clapping, chanting, hide-and-seeking, dancing, dinosaur imitating game in her backpack. No wonder why it's so heavy.
MIRIAM: Forty-something years old. A woman with quite the interesting past: former telegram-singing clown, former oboe musician, former Alaskan salmon canner--you'd never imagine the colors behind the self-effacing computer programmer. Doesn't like people to sing the song "Marian Librarian" from The Music Man to her. "It's Miriam, not Marian," she rightfully declares. Knows every type of flower on the trail. Loves the little blue ones. The Nature Woman.
OMOLAYO: Eighteen-years old. Success story. College bound on Volleyball scholarship. Strong young woman (literally, she's a big and beautiful muscular masterpiece). The leader of the girls. The role model. The go-getter. The enthusiast. Nothing stops this girl. Watch out, Barack Obama, we have a future president on our hands.
FLORA: Twenty-years old. A tiny, black fairy-like creature. Beautiful, soft, yet with a biting wit, and can eat her body weight in one day. An almost mythical creature. A more quiet leader, always smiling, always trucking along on the trail eating her trail mix, of course. Poetically awarded, "The Blossoming Spirit."
BRANDI: Thirteen years-old. A black girl who likes alternative fashion and music--like skull and cross bones. The sassy Grandma, simple and yet wise beyond her years. Her pinky toe is stuck in the middle of the rest of her toes. She calls it a birth mark. Has a loving and endearing lisp. Wants to be a part of the group, wants to be loved. A genuinely great girl.
JAZMIN: Fourteen years-old. The hardest apple, but most fulfilling of the tree. The pickiest eater ever: no milk, no chocolate, no cheese...The photographer of the group, the veteran backpacker, the lovable, if not cranky, Grandpa to Brandi's Grandma: "Don't you be givin' her anymore chocolate!" Afraid of thunderstorms, wants people close by her side even when she seems to shun them away. Without Jazmin, the trip is too easy. The favorite challenge, the funny woman, the courageous kid.
UNCLE HERMAN: Age unknown. A black shovel, sharp as a stone, used to dig up deep holes for dirty dumps. Without him, the forest would stink of floundering feces. Where's Uncle Herman? It's time for a poop.
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