Chapter Four PART TWO-Can't Keep Secrets Forever

Thanks for being patient!!!!! Here's the end of chapter 4!!!!!!!
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“What’s so special about that hole?” Mark Keith asked, coming towards the hole with glow sticks. “We’re not using the glow sticks, Mark. Miss save-the-animals says it’s wrong.” Sean said, glaring at me. “What do we care?” Mark cracked a purple glow stick and threw it down the hole. “NO! Guys, do you have any idea how much crap we’re in now?” I paced back and forth anxiously, going through worst-case-scenarios in my head.”What’s so bad about a little squirrel?” Sean asked, looking at me like I had four heads. “It’s not about the squirrels! It’s the people, or monsters, or whatever the heck they are!!” I freaked.
“People?” Sean asked. “What people?”
“Uh...” What could I say? Sean, there are evil vampires down there?
“...Really bad people who kill people when they’re upset?” I said, but it came out more like a question. I was getting into that panicky mode where I started saying things that I shouldn’t. “I mean, it’s not like there’s mythical creatures down there. Pfft, pfft...what vampire? I mean, it’s not like if you go down there you’re gonna turn into a vampire! Um...” The guys took a step back.
“Kieyra...Is there something you’re not telling us?” Ryan asked.
“We never mentioned vampires.” Mark added.
“Okay, well, I fell down that hole and, like, kinda died.” I said. The guys looked confused. Like, REALLY confused. “Which is basically implying that I’m undead, so...Yeah.” So yeah? Was that the best I could come up with? The guys stepped back, deciding whether or not they should run. I rolled my eyes. “I’m not gonna kill you!” I turned to Sean. “Even if I wanted to.” I added, speaking almost directly to him. “So what happens if one of us falls in the hole?” Chris asked, speaking for the first time today. “Well, you could either end up like me, be kept as a slave, or...”
“Or what?” Chris asked.
“Or you die.” Everyone was silent. “For example.” I ran back to the camp site, picked up Sylvie, and ran back to the hole. I dropped Sylvie and watched as she struggled painfully to get up.
“Hey Sylvie.” I said, smirking.
“Bye Sylvie.” I pushed her into the hole. The last thing I heard from her was her swearing and screaming before she hit the ground and was immediately silenced. The boys gasped. “See, she’s never coming back up.”