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    Jayy looked at the boy. "Me too. It hurts- like the girl cut your heart out." he turned to the girl. He got up. He held out his hand. "I'm Jayy."


    "Well 'Quill' and 'Jayy' " I said making air-quotes around his name "Have you got a surrame to go with your pen-ish and bird-ish first ones?" I asked removing my earbud and shoving my phone deep into my suitcase.



    She was dropped off by her father and given her bags. One bag was big which had all her clothes and make up and care products in it. In her other beg that was smaller she had her laptop, Iphone, and knidle fire.


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    I was getting a little annoyed at the moment. If I said my last name I would have to use the accent with it which bugs the heck out of me. So I ignored the question completely and just stared at her. I took a glance at Jayy and wanted to know what's wrong, but I kept my mouth shut.


    She carried her stuff to the assigned cabin and opened the door. Two beds and sat down on the bed, taking out her laptop and she turned it on hoping that she would get signal.


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    IC Jade walked in the entrance. She hoped someone would recognize her ex-model persona as she had loved the limelight of it. Her biker boots clonked along the path before she climbed a tree and texted her friends.


    "Obviously you either don't have last names, or you hate them. Forget I asked" I said, wondering what I had said to Jayy to make him storm off, maybe calling his name 'bird-ish'


    Dakota sounded like a nice girl.... but I obviously just nodded my head and muttered, "He is having it rough." I lean my head back liking the feel of the sun on my skin. It was a perfect day.


    I raised an eyebrow. "Some guy you just met told you his feeling about how rough he's feeling? Wait... you just met me and your telling me his..." I stopped abruptly, clamping my mouth shut and silently cursed myself for letting my mouth run free.


    I growled softly to myself, "Forget what I said okay?" I pick up the bags, but some of my stuff fell out and I cursed in Italian, "Stupid bag..." I immediatly tried picking them all up.


    "Italian?" I said, momentarily forgetting about keeping my mouth shut. "I do Greek" I said, pointing towards a random squirrel "Auatheha se Skioupou" I yelled, and the fuzzy creature squeaked and scampered off. I went to help Quill pick up his spilled suitcase contents.


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    My name is, well, not important. So just call me Birdie. If you're wondering why I'm writing this down instead of saying it, well I'm mute. So get over it. I can't live without my camera and my black backpack filled with art supplies. Don't bother looking for me at my cabin, because I'm going to make a cabin in the woods out of a tree. I don't really get along with people, but my only friend sent me here, telling me that I was going on vacation. Well, thanks a lot, Maddy. Now I'm stuck here.

    I spat out, "Non ho bisogno di aiuto..." But cursed myself for speaking, "I don't need help." I quickly put things away in my bag quietly and stood up and rubbed my neck, "Sorry... I don't like help..."

    I sighed. I walked straight into the woods, not bothering to acknowledge anyone. I was dragging one small suitblackened had my black backpack swung over one shoulder. I held my camera tightly, not wanting it to drop.

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    "Dude... I cussed at a squirrel, any person could refuse help and still be considered sane or even relitivaly human" I said, backing away from his possessions and holding up my hands in surrender.