Teacher Mansour sighed slowly, then said, addressing everyone: — So, students… you are now divided into ten groups, and each group will carry out a specific task. Let us cooperate together, and the supervision of each group will be handled either by a teacher or a student chosen by the members of their group.
The teacher continued explaining the tasks: — The first group… your task is to collect the largest possible amount of firewood.
Osama whispered to the one beside him: "It seems he means us…"
Amal looked at him and said: "It really seems so…"
At that moment, Teacher Maram appeared and said with a bright smile: "I will be your supervisor."
Arkan whispered in admiration: "My God… she is very beautiful!"
Osama's gaze stiffened, and he looked at her coldly while whispering to himself: "You're right… she is beautiful… your taste is excellent."
Teacher Mansour continued distributing the tasks: — As for the second group, you will take care of the cooking.
Jamal whispered, regret drawn across his face: "I don't know anything about cooking!"
Hamada placed his hand on his shoulder, comforting him: "Don't worry… I will take care of it."
Jamal looked at him, his eyes shining with gratitude: "Really? You are my savior!"
Suddenly, Jabana grabbed both of their shirts and said in a strict voice: "Shut up, you idiots! None of you know how to cook."
The two bowed in fear and said together: "Save us, Jabana…"
Jabana said with a confident smile: "Fine… the kitchen is my game."
Someone whispered slyly: "We know that… your place is the kitchen."
Jabana's anger intensified and she shouted at them, and the students whispered in fear: "Oh no… we made her angry! Wait and see what will happen to you!"
At that moment, Teacher Ryan placed his hand on Jabana's shoulder to calm her and said: "Don't worry… I will be your supervisor."
Furat looked at him and said to herself with great shyness: "He is very handsome… a handsome blond man."
Meanwhile, Halima watched them and whispered mockingly: "Oh God… how stupid you all are!"
Teacher Mansour continued his speech: — And the third group… you will set up the tents.
Dave sighed and said: "Ugh… it seems our task is the hardest."
Khaled replied: "It really seems so."
A muscular man approached them and said confidently: "Don't worry, children… I will be your supervisor, I am your hero Haitham!"
All the students mocked him and burst out laughing: "Some hero!"
Teacher Mansour whispered: "Alright… three groups will begin immediately, and the first group must move out at once."
Haitham shouted: "Alright, students… let's begin preparing the place to set up the tents."
The students replied in one voice: "Alright!"
At the same time, Teacher Maram said: "Alright, students… let's go collect firewood."
The students answered enthusiastically: "Alright!"
Batool whispered to Osama in fear: "I'm afraid of the dark."
Osama sighed and said: "I'm more afraid than you… let go of my shirt!"
Batool replied with annoyance: "You're just an idiot."
Arkan sighed as he watched the supervisor and said to himself: "Ugh… our supervisor is very beautiful, she has a wonderful figure… what should I say? My thinking has become like a pervert!"
Amir noticed his looks and said to him: "Don't worry… I feel the same… she is really beautiful."
Arwa looked at them and despised their state, saying to herself: "You are just idiots."
Supervisor Maram stopped and said seriously: "Alright… we will split up, and no one is allowed to go far. Consider this your first scout training, and no one should exceed a range of 100 meters."
Everyone replied: "Alright!"
The groups were divided as follows:
Arwa, Amir, and Amal together.
Batool and Osama together.
Arian, Bana, and Amjad together.
Then the supervisor looked at Arkan and said: "As for me and Arkan, we will go together."
Teacher Maram said at the end: "We will spread out in four directions, and when the baskets on your backs are full, return immediately to the camp."
The students shouted in one voice: "Alright!"
And everyone headed toward the depths of the forest.
Batoul reached out, gripping Osama's shirt tightly from behind: — I… I'm so scared… Then she gasped suddenly, her body trembling: — Ahh! What is that sound?! Osama jumped, terrified as well, before trying to compose himself and appear brave: — It's just the sound of mice… don't worry. Then he added, pulling out the flashlight: — Okay, each of us has a light… let's put it on our heads so we can see clearly. Batoul nodded quickly in agreement: "Okay…" Osama sighed and said sincerely: — Honestly, I'm more scared than you… what a silly task, I've never liked scouting. Come on, let's gather the firewood quickly and return. Osama bent down, breaking the dry branches, whispering to himself nervously: "This place is dangerous… the forest seems full of snakes, why do I have to do this?" Then he looked at Batoul, ordering: "Hurry… break the branches you see in front of you, the basket must be filled immediately." In another direction, thoughts ran through Arkan's mind… the thoughts of a fascinated teenager, while Ms. Maram was breaking branches seriously. Arkan whispered to himself: "She chose me to be her companion… it seems she really cares about me!" He encouraged himself and stepped closer, but Maram looked at him with a terrifying coldness and said firmly: — What are you doing? Keep breaking the branches and don't stop. Arkan stepped back quickly, genuinely afraid of her, and said nervously: "Okay… what shame, what was I thinking?" At that moment, Amjad sighed, looking around in terror: — Where should we look for firewood? This forest is so frightening… His heart pounded in his chest like a drum, and he said weakly: "I want to go home… I don't want this damn trip." Bana shouted sharply at him: — Shut up, you fool! Break any branch you see in front of you just to fill the basket! If you stay like this, the others will eat all the food and you won't find anything! Amjad jumped in panic: "What?!" Bana said sternly: "The basket must be filled as quickly as possible!" Arion looked at her defiantly and said: "Okay then… we'll see who fills their basket first." Nearby… Amal fell to the ground and called out with an affected gentleness: — Amir… help me… I've fallen and I can't stand… Amir moved to extend his hand to help her, but Arwa slapped his hand sharply and said firmly: — Leave her… she's acting! Then she turned to Amal and said with contempt: "You… what are you doing? What nonsense is this?" Amal looked at her coldly and said: "Don't interfere." Then she watched Amir quietly collecting firewood and whispered to herself: "I like this boy… calm, strong, and wonderful… I like him a lot." Then she went back to pretending to complain to Amir: "Look, Amir… Arwa is treating me harshly!" Arwa sighed in despair and slapped her face in shock: "Ahh… what a headache." Meanwhile, at the camp… the atmosphere was no less tense. Jabana sighed nervously and said to Khalid and Dave: — You two… will chop all these vegetables properly, start now! Khalid shouted: "Nooo!" while Dave said in resignation: "Okay… chopping is the only thing I can do." Jabana looked at Mr. Ryan as he chopped skillfully and professionally, and said to herself: "It seems I will fall in love with my teacher…" Meanwhile, Halima whispered as she approached: "I'll wash the dishes." Ryan responded with a sincere smile: "Okay, thank you." Jabana looked at Halima with intense anger and whispered: "Don't ever dream of getting him!" Back in the depths of the forest… Osama immersed himself in gathering firewood, with Batoul following anxiously. Suddenly, Batoul felt something moving on her clothes. She grabbed it in her hand and whispered: "What is this slimy thing?" She lifted it under the flashlight to see… and it was a huge frog! A loud scream erupted from her, shaking the forest. Osama panicked and quickly covered her mouth: "What's wrong with you?! What happened?!" She muttered through her tears: "A frog…" Osama exhaled in frustration: "Just a frog? You fool… you scared me!" Batoul cried in fear: "I'm afraid of them…" Osama calmed her, saying: "Okay… okay, calm down." At that moment… in a place not far away… Ghaib was walking with terrifying, steady steps, his gaze fixed on the ground, his hands in his pockets with deadly coldness. When Batoul's scream pierced the forest's silence… he bared his teeth, a sinister smile forming on his face. He slowly turned toward the source of the sound, and terrifying laughter echoed among the trees… Behind him, Jin followed, wearing the
same terrifying smile…