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"Maybe you can describe it to me on what he looks like."

“Um...” she turned away from him again, “why...?” She blushed more as he said this.

" Come one its not like I know that person besides you."

She laughed a little, “well.....” she still didn’t look at him.

He sigh " Well I think I gone too far on asking you that question. You dont need to answer it."

“Alright....”she looked at him finally, she raised a eyebrow at him.

“What about you?” She put her hands on her hips.

" Well to be honest...This person is somehow cute and always kind especially the first time I met her."

“Ya...what does she look like..?” She crossed her arms and sat down looking at him.”

"Lets say its a secret."

“Alright... then mine is a secret too” she gave a soft smile.

He looks at the sky as he saw the million of the stars shining " Oh my..." He was awed in amazement

She looked up and smiled, “wow...it so beautiful.”

It was her first day in camp. As she stepped off the bus she brushed aside her scarlet hair and pulled her backpack securely over her shoulder before setting out to find a place to settle down. Looking a little lost and confused and not jumping at the chance to go talk to the others, she wondered around aimlessly for a minute or two before dipping behind a tree to sort through her bag.

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I decide to go outside of my cabin and wander around the front of the camp. I see someone I haven't seen here, behind a tree.. "Hey, who are you?" I ask Amy.

"Hey." She mumbles to the newcomer, setting down her bright blue headphones, sketch pad and pencil.
"I'm Amy. Damn parents forced me to come here." She rumages through her backpack and offers the girl a cigarette and a light. "This will make this whole thing less painful trust me."

"Dude you're like my twin." I laugh a little and take the cigarette, lighting it quickly and giving the lighter back to you. "I left mine at home, and my parents forced me too. Seems like you like sketching too." I lean against the tree, pointing to your sketchbook. "My names Claire by the way." I put my hand out to shake yours.