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Josephine Duchannes

"I just hate hiding all the time, feeling as if everybody's whispering about me."

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a character in “Hanging By A Rope”, as played by Magical_pineapples

Description

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{"You don't know anything about me. You don't know who I really am inside.” }
-Lena Duchannes, Beautiful Creatures The movie

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|{Birth Name}|

"It's pronounced Jo-seh-pheen, An-gel, Doo-can-ehs."
Josephine Angèlle Duchannes


|{Nickname(s)}|

"The nicknames these people give me are kind of ridiculous, to be honest."
Jo || Sophie || Josie || Angel || Elliot || Duchannes || Psycho || Nut job


|{Gender}|

"As if you didn't know."
Female


|{Birthday | Age}|

"I really don't understand why my birthday so happened to be the day of Christmas."
December 25, 1997 || 17


|{Romantic Interest}|

"Who would ever be interested in me? They either must be blind, or suffer from Caligynephobia."
To be filled out later..


|{Sexuality}|

Heterosexual


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{"In the mirror, I see this girl who's afraid of her own reflection.” }

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|{Hair}|

Josephine's dark hair is frizzy, or extremely curly if she were to leave it alone for a day or two. To be honest, it gets a little annoying.

|{Eye color}|

Josephine's eyes has always been her favorite feature as it's deep, mesmerizing emerald color that shines brighter when a smile plants across her face. In addition, they were framed by long black eyelashes.

|{Height | Weight}|

5'5'' || 102lbs

|{Ethnicity}|

Australian 95% || Canadian 38%

|{Detailed}|

Josephine is described as a beautiful girl, though, she see herself non-other than a flaw. Her curly hair is a rich shade of mahagony. It flows in waves to adorn her glowing, porcelain-like skin. Her deep and bright, emerald-green eyes, with dark shadows under those eyes purplish, bruise-like shadows, were framed by long black lashes, and seemed to brighten the world. Her eyes often changed shades according to current emotion. Her whole face was angelic, and was often described as a "baby face". A straight nose, full lips - she seems the picture of perfection.


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{"I tried being normal once. Worst two minutes of my life.”}

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Personality
{Headstrong & Ambitious | Intelligent | Clumsy | Humorous | Quirky | Socially Awkward | Generous | Supportive}

Headstrong & Ambitious
Josephine knows what she wants in life and knows just how to get it; dedication and determination is key. Once she sees something that interest her, she has no intentions on putting forth as much effort needed to achieve those goals. She has always been like this, ever since Josephine was just a little kid.

Intelligent
Aside from her strong-will, Josephine is often described by her peers as "always scanning the surroundings", and "has the silky voice of a sociopath (and) the resigned stance of a long-distance runner" and projected an unflappable determination. However, she often is outwardly taciturn and stoic, rarely allowing any dangerous elements to penetrate her thoughts. She has been clinically diagnosed with low latent inhibition, a condition in which her brain is more open to incoming stimuli in the surrounding environment. As a result of this condition, she is unable to block out periphery information and instead processes every aspect and detail of any given stimulus. This, combined with an insanely high IQ theoretically makes her a creative genius. She's also able to define every word out the dictionary precisely. Her intelligence is well noticed even by pretty much everyone.

Clumsy
Josephine wouldn't be surprised if she found her own name as the definition for 'clumsy' because she is a total klutz! She'll trip, drop things and the like. It's probably likely to be annoying and utterly hu-mil-i-at-ing more than anything. She can literally trip over her own feet, and is more likely to break objects when interacting with them. Nonetheless, it's indescribably adorable and like her to do such a thing.

Humorous
Strong-willed, Intelligent, and a total klutz, Josephine has a dark and sarcastic humor that some just won't get. However, it can be quite useful for making friends. Her jokes will almost never fail, and when they hit the mark, it will really boost relations. This type of characteristic would most definitely have people cracking up so hard that they'll be clapping like a insane seal. And that's just what Josephine wants. She wants people to be able to be comfortable around her and not being able to worry whether or not milk is going top come spurting out from their nose.

Quirky & Socially awkward
No one knows what Josephine is capable of. She doesn't even know what she's capable of! She's just so...weird and not in a bad way either. It can be rather attracting and cute all the same. Above all, she doesn't know what to say at the right time and is not very good at communicating with others.

Supportive & Generous
Nonetheless, Josephine has a big heart. Whenever anyone needs an ear she's most likely who they turn to even if it is in the middle of the night. Upset about something and need something sweet? She'll trek to the nearest store to buy your favorite ice cream. She'd bake a cake for a friend's birthday or give honest advice about problems. Perhaps some would call her a little naive by giving so much to those around her except she only does if the individual is worth it, if they're close with a good friendship. Although, she doesn't like talking much about herself and rarely will she speak of her past memories excluding the few close friends it could be said that she can be reserved, a little uneasy about being too trusting to those around her.

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|{Disorder | Reason At Camp}|

{Eating disorder | Suicide Attempt | Claimed a psycho}

It all began with the teasing. In school, Josephine was always made fun of by her classmates for being a know-it-all, a geek, dork, worthless they made fun of her with every chance they had. Josephine was used to it because she knew she was stronger emotionally as not to let a little negativity effect her, until one day a couple kids cornered her, stripped her down, and beat her until she was moaning and bloody. From that point on they left her there on the floor alone, scarred, bleeding, and half-unconscious. It took nearly an hour for someone to rescue her, and when they did, they seen that Josephine was trembling and mumbling incoherently to herself, things like: "I-I can't. I'm done fighting. This pain inside just won't go away. I'll just disappear, alright?" The person only rushed her to the hospital to get a few stitches in her head, arms, and legs. Josephine was well intoxicated from the medicine that the doctors had given her, however, she remembered the conversation that her parents and the nurse withheld, "We think it would be best for her if she was locked away. I mean, we all don't know what she's capable of. She's coming on the state of insanity, and keeping her away from harms way would be the best interest."

What did they mean? Did they think she was crazy?

At home, her parents did exactly what the nurse had told them to do. They locked there daughter in her room and she was never to come out. She would use the restroom and take care of her hygiene in the bathroom she had, her food was brought up to her parents, in addition, she was never meant to go out in the outside world. It was as if Josephine didn't have a life, once in her life she actually thought she was worthless. It only gotten worse as the days went by. Josephine stopped eating, suffered from nightmares, she would even claim to be hearing demonic voices in her head telling her to kill herself, no one wants you, can't you see that you're worthless trash in this world? It wouldn't stop! Every night she'd scream and kick in her sleep to the point where she didn't sleep at all. One night she lay there on the floor of her bedroom, and was staring at the fork that her parents brought her along with he food that was untouched, cold. She was debating with the "demon" within her if she should really do what she was forced to do. Sticking with her answer, she slowly moved over to the fork, and with is she began to scrap deep cuts in her arm, loosing large amounts of blood at the same time until she passed out.

Up the stairs her mother came with her dinner. Once she twisted the knob to Josephine's door, she found her daughter on the floor. And this was the beginning of how Josephine was sent to Camp Milowe.




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|{Likes}|
+Origami
+ Honesty
+ Writing
+ Poetry
+ Mystery, fantasy novels
+ Stargazing
+ Watching the sunset
+ Being alone with her thoughts
+ Classical music
+ Feeling needed
+ Infinities
+ Possibilities

|{Dislikes}|
-Her depression
- Herself
- Being scolded
- Being proven wrong
- Those shitty romance novels
- Dishonesty
- Not knowing how to control her emotions
- Closed spaces
- Being asked personal questions
- Letting others down
- Promises
- Bullies
-Being told "she can't."



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{"Life always offers you a second chance. It's called tomorrow.”}

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|{History}|


Before she was sent to Camp Milowe, Josephine's life began in a small town of Oakland, Maine. Even at a young age, she was the kid that no one would play with and thought was really odd, so she didn't have an abundance of friends. Alone, Josephine took up a skill of piano playing, and she was phenomenal at it. Having won All State five years in a row at an young age, the judges described her as radiant. They said specifically that, "This kid can go far. And she could've, however, this was just the beginning of her musical career. Her parents took the compliments from everyone around town even out of state they knew who Josephine Duchannes was. "The rising star." "The Golden girl." These were the things that effected her parents in a way that led Josephine to restless nights of practice after practice. They wanted her to be the best. She was their only chance at being wealthy, famous, known in this little green planet. Little did they know that Josephine didn't want to be something she's not. She hated the thought of fame. When she plays the piano and sing, she does it for fun, not for popularity. However, her mother disagreed. She snatched up Josephine by the arm, and didn't ease her grip even when she yelped out in pain. "You ungrateful little wrench!" she shouted at her, "What makes you think you can live out in the real world without thinking fame doesn't matter? If that's the case, you'll be here with us forever. You're stupid. Dumb. Do you not know you have a gift that can well be noticed? Hah! But wait, who would ever want to see someone that's not worth looking at? You're worthless." At that, she threw Josephine to the ground and left her there, crying softly to herself. This, along with other things, was told to Josephine on a daily basis. At these comments, an emotionally beat Josephine would stow away to the woods behind their home, dragging her school bag and guitar along with her. The remarks wore on her though, to the point she started believing them herself. However, this was only just the beginning.


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~ Ever since she was sent to Camp Milowe, Josephine thought of taking up the piano again, but never got the chance due to her fear of being put down again. She does write music pieces in an old journal she kept ever since she was just seven years old.

~ The journal she uses as her music journal is also a diary where she writes all her personal thoughts in, and at the end of the day she stows it away in her pillow case.


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I find shelter in this way
Under cover, hide away
Can you hear when I say
I have never felt this way

Maybe I had said something that was wrong
Can I make it better with the lights turned on
Maybe I had said something that was wrong
Can I make it better with the lights turned on

Oh [x4]

Can I be, was I there
Felt so crystal in the air
I still want to drown whenever you leave
Please teach me gently on how to breathe

And I'll cross oceans like never before
So you can feel the way I feel it too
And I'll send images back at you
So you can see the way I feel it too

Maybe I had said something that was wrong
Can I make it better with the lights turned on
Maybe I had said something that was wrong
Can I make it better with the lights turned on

Oh [x8]

So begins...

Josephine Duchannes's Story

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Character Portrait: Hanley Mae Kane Character Portrait: Josephine Duchannes Character Portrait: Griffin "Julian" Thatcher Character Portrait: Wiley B. Hart Character Portrait: Delia Manon Character Portrait: Keith Zetterstorm
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Setting
54 Degrees Fahrenheit | 12 Degrees Celsius
The rain was unexpected to everyone. The forecast said nothing about the sudden downpour. This was no gentle sprinkle of water, this seemed like a flooding rain. Roads have been slippery for those who are arriving to the campgrounds. Drive carefully new comers.


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"Hanley, are you even listening to me?" her sister, Jessica, said with irritation, ripping the black ear buds from Hanley's ear.
"What?" Hanley sighed, finally looking to her older sister.
"I was just saying that Mom and Dad wanted to wish you a good summer because it seems like we're close" her sister repeated. Hanley simply rolled her eyes.
"Yes, you see I may have believed that if they were here themselves, but no, they're in the Bahamas for 'business'" Hanley muttered.
"They're working, stop being such a bitch about it Hanners"
"Because you totally need to work over every Holiday known to man. Jess, they're home a month out of the year, and then they're gone. All we is the money that they send us to keep us happy"
"The money works for me. I don't get why you're complaining. I don't even get why you're going to this emo camp, you don't have anything to be depressed about. Sad to be swimming in cash?" her sister mocked, making Hanley grit her teeth.
"Sorry then" she replied coldly before putting her headphone back in, and cranking her music higher than her sister's voice. It wasn't 15 minutes later when they pulled into the driving lot of the main cabin. It was surprisingly modern. This was no ordinary camp it seemed. Everything was extravagant and nice, probably to try to make people feel more...at home. Though one could argue it felt like more of a hotel. Taking her headphones out she put the hood up on her coat.
"Bye Jess" she simply said. Her sister waved and popped open the trunk for Hanley to get all her things. The trunk was full of multiple suitcases considering Hanley was to be there an entire summer. She saw her sister wave one last time as she attempted to go as fast as she could with the amount of things she had into the main cabin. Immediately she was greeted by one of the staff. An older, yet nice looking man.
"Hello ma'm. I'm Miyer Milowe, founder of this camp. I'm glad you found your way, it looks terrible outside" he said casually, smiling warmly at the girl.
"Oh hello Mr.Milowe. I'm Hanley Kane. Oh yes it's terrible out. It began pouring out of no where" she answered with her normal pseudo smile that she always wore.
"It sounds like it, here I can have someone bring your things to your cabin. Just place them on the rack there" he pointed. Hanley did as she was told. So it was like a hotel. A hotel with therapist and doctors watching you to assure you don't end up dead anyway.

"Thank you, this is much nicer than your typical summer camp it seems. You did a wonderful job with the place" she said as he ushered her to sit on the sofas in the main room. It was a truly wonderful looking place.
"We're awaiting other guest as well, I typically do not allow the students to go to their cabins until they have met everyone" he explained as he went back to the door to wait for more people. Hanley took the brochure about Camp Milowe off the coffee table and skimmed her eyes through it as she waited for more people to arrive to "emo camp".




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Josephine Duchannes seemed somewhat drawn into the music that sounded from her Ipod. It's soft verse from the piano rung in her ears as she laid her head back against the head rest, and watched as every tree passed by in streaks of forest green and brown. The rain from outside trickled and taped on the roof of her parent's Acura in a calming and soothing rhythm, that left her weary.

She had spent nearly an hour or two clamped in the backseat as her parents drove her to this camp that she was force to attend.
What was it called again? Camp Milowe? To Josephine, it seemed more like she was being sent to an Insane Asylum rather than a camp she would be staying at over the summer.

Did she want to go? No.

Most importantly did she have a choice? She wished, or else she wouldn't be damn there suffocating from all her luggage that was surrounding her in the small atmosphere. If she thought that this was worse, wait until she sees her cabin. She's not the biggest fan on closed spaces, infact, she'd bust through the walls just to get out.

Josephine's eyes were just starting to give out until she heard her mother's usual aloof voice, with a hint of an Australian tone underneath, from up front in the passenger's side, "It says here that campers are allowed to mingle with the other campers." Josephine didn't miss the hint of disgust in her mother's tone. She peeked an eye open at her mother scanning the brochure, but said nothing.

"Suprised," her father said."I'd thought they'd lock them up in one of those straight jackets and lock them a padded cell." At that, Josephine's parents burst into hysterics. However, she only retorted back to them, "Like you both done to me for five years?" She gave out a halfheartedly chuckle. "Oh, but wait. I'm supposed to be the victim here?"

That shut them up. "Josephine Angèlle Duchannes," her mother pronounced her full name in a gasp. At that moment, her father pulled the car into an vacant parking space in front of a small cabin, which had a small sign over the door reading: Main Cabin. After grabbing her two luggage, she hopped out the car -the rain already beginning to kiss at her hair-, shutting the door after her at the same time her father opened the trunk. He handed her a duffel bag that withheld all her necessities and brought his lips to her forehead. "You have fun. Okay, Jo?" he whispered between her hair. Josephine snorted,"It's a camp for the depressed, dad."

"Right," her father agreed. "Well, be careful." He gave her one more peck on the head before releasing her.

Josephine slung the duffel bag over her shoulders, and managed to roll her luggage down the rugged concrete. Halfway at the front door, she turned around- her damped hair whipping at her face- and looked at her father. He was standing out in the rain looking back at his little girl. He knew that she would only be away for the summer, but it was as if he wasn't enjoying the thought of her leaving.

Then, she glanced her mother who stayed in the car waiting impatiently for her husband to drive back home. The atmosphere around there was too depressing even for her; the rain just added to the dejection. Josephine hated her mother. And she was sure that she wasn't her biggest fan either. Some would say that they had this "unbalanced" relationship that just wouldn't stabilize itself.

Josephine raised a hand in goodbye, before walking down a little stone path lined with dark hedges and stepping unwillingly into the cabin. Inside, Josephine rubbed her hands on her arms nearly freezing as she looked around in awe. The room was brightly lit, and warmer than she'd hoped. The room was small, though, picturesque to say the least with leather padded sofas, wooden floorings, paneled walls, a huge fireplace where an old clock ticked loudly. Plants grew everywhere in large plastic pots, as if there wasn't enough greenery outside.

Josephine hadn't noticed before, but sitting on one of the sofas was girl with long black hair who happened to be reading one of those brochures her mother had earlier. She crossed over to an empty seat near her, moved a drenched strand of her hair behind her ear,smiled tentatively, and sat beside the girl in the revolving chair. She picked up one of the brochures the the girl had, and sat waiting for the other campers to make way.

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Character Portrait: Hanley Mae Kane Character Portrait: Josephine Duchannes Character Portrait: Griffin "Julian" Thatcher Character Portrait: Wiley B. Hart Character Portrait: Delia Manon Character Portrait: Keith Zetterstorm
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“You better have picked up all the shit I left for you at the door. Because if I spot one speck of anything, your ass will be finding it’s own way home.”
Wiley’s mother tussled her newly highlighted hair onto her shoulders, adjusting the rear-view mirror to apply her last layer of makeup. How much she were to put on was Wiley’s timetable to how close they were to the campsite; They were nearing their destination.

Wiley spent the last nine-hours listening to his mother’s list of problems and rancid scolding. With any attempt to drain out her sour fulminate, he’d receive a hot iron slap to any exposing skin that was in her reach. By now, his left cheek must have been as red as a summer tomato. Besides, if he was given the choice, a constant thunder of classic rock in the company of his father’s silence was he least he could ask for.

In spite of that, Wiley’s parents dealt out his appointments, meetings, and checkups by the flip of a coin. This time however, by the silent swear session of his mother, the coin fell in favor of his father. Her effort to keep it under wrap stung his skin like candied mouthwash. It was debatable if she truly meant what she said about his health being top priority.

“You’re lucky I was the one who ended up taking you,” his mother interrupted his afternoon sloth, tapping his shoulder to make sure she got his attention. ”I heard your father caught bronchitis from one of his late night snacks. Tsk, serves that bastard right.” Her remaining smile bounced into a cold white crescent, sinking in a web of soft wrinkles.

“Why don’t you just get a divorce?” After many failed attempts, Wiley managed to inject a question. Regardless, it was one he found himself asking annually; yet the answer, which now burrowed its way closer to the truth, has finally made it's way to her vocal cords.

“Because at this rate your father should drop dead, I want the asshole’s money.” A swift but truthful tone fluttered in her response, her eyes blinked toward him in a modest apology. “Anyway, our problems aren't the least of your worries. This little summer camp with allow you to get all mushy and listen to people complain. Just think of it as an vacation from your daily shit load.” His mother turned her gaze back to the rain muck roads, allowing her son a chance to comment.

In spite of everything , Wiley didn't have much of one. His questions required answers his mother had no solution to and much of his complaints were like arguing about a color neither of them had ever seen. He slid down his chair as the sight of endless trees made him sick to his stomach; it would take murder to get him out of a place like this.
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After getting a few hours of rest, Wiley's eyes slung open with the car's sudden halt and the click of his mother's unbuckling seat belt. His heavy eyes examined the cabins before him, “Shit.”

His mother slapped him awake with her raw palm, “Morning sunshine, your summer paradise is just upon us.” She leaned over Wiley, presenting him with a wide smile. “I think I just saw Mr. Milowe and I think I'll go say hi.” She freshened her lipstick and readjusted her sweater, “For your safety of course.”

Wiley had a half sleepy, disgusted expression sewn onto his face, and one he hadn't used since elementary.

“Please, for the love of Christ, can you not hit on the camp workers?” Wiley reached in the backseat and gripped a large haversack, tugging it out with him as he exited the car. His mother followed suit. He allowed his scenery to seep in; a gloomy, chilled atmosphere that instantly made his stomach tie into deeper knots. He imagined the tooth decaying smile of the owner, he could only imagine what the workers would be like. Throwing on his hood, he continued further into the site.

Without much help from his wondering mother, Wiley called out an empty goodbye without the uncertainty if it reached her. Pausing for a moment, he took swift steps on the stone path toward the welcoming lodge, or 'Main Cabin' as it was more properly named. Upon a brief glance through the windows, he noticed two others in dead silence, holding a similar brochure his doctor had handed his mother the moment he mentioned the place. Without another moment to consider it, he stepped in the main doors to join the room with the sound of rain once again.

Taking in yet another new setting, Wiley ran his boots against the door mat and watched the others closely. Both younger, his same age? He couldn't tell. But what he did manage to diagnosis from their human shell was that they both had hard lives. How sever or what supplied it was yet another distant article he didn't have access too.

He sat at the far end of the sofa, tossing his waterlogged bag onto the wooden coffee table. With a short nod to the girls, he sunk into the leather folds of the sofa, his eyelids drooped as if bricks were glued to them.

“Now we wait.”

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Delia Manon


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Delia stared out the window of her brothers ford, tracing the droplets that ran down. Years ago she'd make this a game with her father. They'd each pick one droplet and whoever picked the fastest one won the game. Her dad always had a nack for picking the right one.

Humming along to some country singer Delia couldn't name her brother Mason sent her a small smile. He knew Delia didn't want to go to this camp, but as he told her a week ago;

'I want what's best for you, please trust me Del...'

As always she relented.

After what seemed like a eternity Mason pulled into the derry looking camp that Delia would be spending her pitiful life at. 'S'not that bad eh Del?' He nudged her shoulder playfully. 'I reckon you'll have fun here.'

I'm at some camp for messed up people. What fun could be found on that?

'Sure Mason...I might.' Her bother only sighed in response before opening the door. 'Beautiful day Del! Rain ain't that bad. Means something better is coming!' Mason was always like this. So happy. If he didn't have work Delia was sure he'd be here every day shouting words of comfort at her cabin mates.

Biting the inside of her lip Delia got out and her brother was there in an instant, offering his hand. She took it gratefully, happy to be close to him before she'd be stuck in this hell hole.

'Would ya like me to walk you up Del?' He wiggled his eyebrows. 'I wanna let all the guys and gals here know that if they wanna go after my lil Del they got ta go through me!'

Delia chuckled, although it was mostly to make her brother happy. 'I doubt that will happen Mason. No one would look for a relationship here.'

Mason only shruged. 'You never know Del.' He looked around the camp, wrinkling his nose at the smell of rain. He always hated it. 'I guess I'll say goodbye to you here Del. My boss would kill me if I got my boots dirty and I know ya don't want me embarrassin ya.'

His arms were outstretched and Delia leaned into the hug. This would be the last one they would have for a while and she wanted it to last. They shared the usual I love you, and be safe, and before Delia knew it she was watching Mason's truck drive out of sight.

Sighing Delia drug her feet through the wet grass. She stopped at the door to the main cabin, starting at it in disgust. This was one place she didn't wanna go.

Taking the doorknob with a shaking hand she slowly opened the door, and to her suprise three other children, her camp mates she supposed, sat. Two of them held the packets that Mason had read to her many times in a overly cheerful voice.

Deciding that her best bet to sit and avoid talking to to those around her was to be near the napping boy, she took a hesitant seat by him.

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Keith Zetterstorm sat in the passenger side of his step-father's Toyota longer than he could remember. He was being taken to this camp for the "mentally insane", though people seem to call it Camp Milowe to bring no offense to the teens that were forced to be brought there. Keith didn't mind being noticed for being a lunatic because he knew that it was true. Nevertheless, he never minded it. It was who he was. And who he was what other people feared.

"So, this Camp," he started as he peeled at a tear from the dashboard. "Will there be people like me? I mean with the illness." His father nodded his head, though not releasing his eyes from the lengthy road in front."There will be, though I'm not sure that they'll have the exact same illness as you. Possibly a eating disorder, or depression. It all varies."

"Hmm," Keith only hummed, and went back to peeling at the rip that left him in a trance. He wasn't that great of a listener. To put it this way, Keith Zetterstorm isn't a listener at all. He's the one to question you, not usually the one to expect to receive a question back.

"Will Keifer ever return from the insane asylum?" his little sister, Maggie, asked from behind him.

"It's not a insane asylum, Mags." Keith told her as he rolled his eyes. "Though it sure as hell seems like one." he said low enough for only himself to hear.

The rest of the car ride had seemed to drag by in mid-silence. Eventually they made it to Camp Milowe. A most dreadful looking camp there ever was. He got out the car, and grabbed his bags from the trunk.

"Good-bye son. Don't be such a prick at camp." his dad chuckled, giving his son a nice big bear hug.

"Since when am I ever?" he joked before opening the back seat door to Maggie. "You be good, alright?" Though, she didn't respond. She only lifted a palm out to touch Keith's cheek.

"I love you, Keifer." she whispered. He held back the tears as he looked at his seven year- old sister. "I love you too, Mags." he said before shutting the car door and proceeding on to the main cabin. Inside, it was indescribably gorgeous in which he thought was pretty ironic after seeing how the outside looked. Although, the inside was nice and lively. Wish he could say the same about the campers- one of which was catching some Z's. He circled his way around to sit on an open spot next to this girl with long black hair, and kicked both his feet up on the coffee table.

"Well, now isn't this going to be one hell of a summer?"

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The man that welcomed people in, aka, Mr.Milowe looked a bit troubled at the front desk. Hanley was curious, but she couldn't hear the whispering no matter how hard she tried. People sat around her, and she tensed up as she felt pressure onto the couch. She held her own hand in her lap, and looked down at heeled black boots. Hanley was always a girl to keep to herself. She made herself small, invisible to some.

Mr.Milowe went to the front of the room to look at the teenagers that had gathered onto the couch.
"Welcome all. It seems we are missing one person, but I'm sure they'll show soon. If I have't introduced myself, I am Mr. Milowe, founder of this summer camp. It will be a pleasure to be with you all for this summer, and hopefully we can all make progress together. All of you are here because of your own reasons, and I will remind you that everything you tell your therapist or myself is purely confidential unless we believe you are a harm to us, yourself, or others. You all will meet the therapist here at dinner.
Lets start off with introductions. Please say your name, favorite color, and 3 hobbies you have. Let's start with the young lady with the black hair"
Mr. Milowe spoke. Hanley quickly looked up from her lap before meeting his gaze, breaking it a second later. Why must she be first?
"I'm Hanley. My favorite color is purple, and I write, play bass, and draw" she almost whispered, Mr. Milowe had to lean towards her to properly hear.
"Nice to meet you Hanley. You play piano? We have one in the rec hall you are free to use" he said kindly.
"Cool" Mr. Milowe was having a very one sided conversation with the girl, so he moved on, looking to another to speak up. Hanley sunk back into the couch after she was done speaking, and resumed her earlier position of keeping her head down.



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