“Camilla!” The voice comes from my left, I turn to find five girls, striding towards us, their walking is in sync as if on a runway. I watch as they stop in front of us, all slanting their heads to the left. My eyes scamper from them to Camilla, her eyes are wide and she looks pale, it's like there's no blood reaching her face, no oxygen going into her bloodstream.

The girl in the middle, grins at her. She's beautiful, long pink hair, long legs to match her hair and a figure that looks ...