Glossal Maze Short Story

There was a group of cousins that would see people go to the corn maze they thought it was fun. Then one day they saw that a lot of people were leaving and not going to that maze so they thought and thought why had they stopped going a few were going. One day Maria said “ Let go check it out” Everyone said”Yes we should”... except for esme she looked nervous for going. Jimmy asked her and said “ What’s wrong why don’t you want to go?” Esme said “ I'm scared to go i feel like something will come out of nowhere” Everyone said “ You're crazy” Esme kept thinking should i go or no? So then she made her decision that she would go cause she didnt want them to call her scary cat even though they are cousins. So then they all left they raced back and forth but then diana, luisito, and maria heard people talking about the maze and why alot of people havent been going so they kept hearing they heard them saying “There is a clown in this maze i don't know why they are here!” Diana said “ What the hell why didn't they say anything about it” Luisito said “ That's probably why esme didn't want to come?

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