<div align="center"><em>Abigale does a magic trick for Vincent</em></div><br/>It was hard not to laugh at the comment about this being a camp for shitty childhoods. Abigale managed to keep it to a small chuckle, "You could say that...Though that's not completely true. Some people here have had good lives, just most of us haven't. And I bet if you knew who your parents were, you'd see you have a lot in common with them...whether you like it or not. I hate looking in the mirror cause I look so much like my dad. We even like the same things. We both like running and we both have...ummm...had problems in the past with stealing...I can't help the running and sports thing, I just like doing it. But that's why I dye my hair like this and wear these," she pulled off one of the fake piercings, "If I did really get it pierced, he'd probably kill me. Plus, I don't think piercings are very good to have in a fight. But he hates my hair and this," she pointed to the small bit of her rose tattoo that poked out over the top of her orange T-shirt.<br/><br/>Abigale smiled when he gave her the complicated drink order. He hadn't taken the glass like she'd wanted him to, so nothing happened at first, "Okay then...Strawberry lemonade, with fresh strawberries and a splash of seven-up, crushed ice," as soon as her sentence was complete, the glass filled with the pinkish drink and a strawberry slice floated up from the bottom, "Mmm, the strawberry in it must of come from the field. You can really smell it," she wrinkled her nose a little as the strong strawberry scent floated up from the glass and entered her nose, "Try it. I promise it's not poison or anything," she tipped it up to her red lips and took a small sip to prove it to him, leaving a small lipstick print on the glass as she held it out to him.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><hr/><div align="center"><em>Sarah spots Harold</em></div><br/>Sarah found herself roaming around the cabins, ignoring any looks she might of gotten. She swore to herself that the first guy to try and goose her was getting dunked headfirst into the fountain. She couldn't help but feel a little out of place. Everyone was greeting each other like they were old friends. She even saw a redheaded girl kissing someone near a cabin with tomato plants all over it. Things just seemed to be moving quickly. All she really cared about was getting down to training, but all anyone was doing was playing friends and getting ready for dinner.<br/><br/>Shrugging, she decided to head to the dining pavilion marked on her map. It wasn't too far from where they'd entered the camp. She pushed her thick mane of brown hair behind her shoulders and started that way. It was difficult to ignore the crowd of people heading towards the sound of the horn. She was curious, but her stomach growled and reminded her that she hadn't ate a proper meal in weeks.<br/><br/>The only thing that stopped her from getting there was the sight of someone near a hill. He looked like he had a metal leg or something. Sadly, not the strangest thing she'd seen today. Sarah walked closer to Harold, eyeing him a bit for signs that he might be aggressive, "Hey, you alright?" he looked a bit dirty and ragged, much like some of the others kids.