@rot-baby-rot!
(Alright so we have an axious wreck who's really pissed rn, an optimist trying to be everyone's friend, and another character who mine hasn't interacted with)
(Alright so we have an axious wreck who's really pissed rn, an optimist trying to be everyone's friend, and another character who mine hasn't interacted with)
(Pretty much)
(sigh I also have homework that I'm supposed to finish so my hell of a school doesn't murder me, I gtg)
(Good luck XD)
(I'm here, I'm here! And that was brilliant.)
(Hey hey)
(I just got back from work.)
(Well, technically I got out at 8 but then I had to get home and make my little sister and I dinner and feed my pets and everything but NOW I am here lol)
(I'm back too!)
(That's a lot XD)
(Shall we resume?)
(Sure!)
(Yup!)
(Cool cool. So Josie is running to catch up with the girls rn.)
Rey turned around when she heard footsteps. She saw one of the girls from her cabin, the one who had spent a long time decorating her bunk bed. She didn't know her name, so didn't call it out and turned back around.
"Hey!" Josie called as she ran up to the girl, "Going somewhere?" Josie laughed at her own joke.
(What's going on? Are they going to dinner?)
(yeah they're headed to the dining hall.)
"I'm going to dinner," Rey stated. She looked at the girl through the corner of her eye.
Xander left his cabin and started going towards the dining hall. His hair was still damp from swimming in the lake earlier.
Josie laughed again, she found just about anything funny. "Did I forget to catch your name or did you forget to throw it? My name's Josie."
Rey couldn't help but smile a little. "I'm Reyna, but everyone calls me Rey," she introduced.
"Rey, huh, I love it. So, what are your interests Reyna Rey? What were you put on this Earth to do? What secrets lie beyond the physical exterior of your inexplicably beautiful self?" She moved her arms in front of her as if a painter marveling at a recently unveiled masterpiece.
Rey laughed. "Not sure about… all that… but I like reading and I'd like to be a writer," she replied. "It means I don't have to go outside,"
"Outside! You don't like the outdoors?" she shrieked, "But all the best writing inspiration is outdoors! If you never go outside, how will you be able to describe how the sky bends and stretches moments before the sunlight breaks through? A handsome chick emerging bright and new out of the cold dark sky it once resided in. If you never go outside how will you know how a chipmunk collects it's stash in it's checks and climbs back home at the end of the day? A wearied merchant returning to his forest home to deliver his goods to the warmth blanketed nest he calls home. Oh, Rey, nature is a writer's dream. It's the paint you use on the canvas of your thoughts. Stick with me Rey, we'll rewrite the world."
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