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Clara Rose

"You don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world...but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices."

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a character in “Vacation of a Lifetime”, as played by .euphoria.

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{“Some infinities are bigger than other infinities.”― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars }
{Human | Christina Perri |What You Wanted|One Republic | Waiting For Superman | Daughtry || Hands Down | Dashboard Confessional | Stay|Hurts }


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|What is your name?|
Clara Tyler Rose

|What do people call you, though?|
Claire {Most common}, Tyler, Rosie, Rose, Helen Keller {Mockingly}

|When's your birthday|
November 1st, 1993

|How old are you?|
Eighteen {18} years

|Are you male or female?|
Female

|What's your nationality?|
40% German | 50% British | 10% Italian

|Sexuality|
Heterosexual | Straight

|Where were you born?|
I was born in Stockton-on-Tees, England | But raised in Olympia, Washington






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{“There are infinite numbers between 0 and 1. There's .1 and .12 and .112 and an infinite collection of others. Of course, there is a bigger infinite set of numbers between 0 and 2, or between 0 and a million. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. A writer we used to like taught us that. There are days, many of them, when I resent the size of my unbounded set. I want more numbers than I'm likely to get, and God, I want more numbers for Augustus Waters than he got. But, my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity. I wouldn't trade it for the world. You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I'm grateful.― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars }





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{Why do you want to go on the trip?}|
"All my life, I have been treated as if I can't do anything I dream of doing because of what I have. For the past two years, I was stuck in the hospital left to die because they truly thought there was nothing left them to do. And, I made my parents promise that if I pulled through somehow, some possible way, that they would let me go out on my own and finish my bucket list without them hovering over me. This trip isn't just a chance for me to prove that I can do things on my own, but it's a chance for me to prove to everyone that I can go for dreams, just like everyone else."

|{What are your opinions on travelling?}|
"I've always wanted to. I mean, I've heard it's amazing, just to go see the world without a care. I've never had the chance to go until now and I'm going enjoy. I mean, this was my wish from the Make A Wish foundation and I'm not letting anyone ruin this or make me regrett using my wish."

|{Do you have any illnesses that could affect you while travelling?}|
"I have Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia, but I am in remission as of...maybe, a couple of months. And I am completely deaf, but I do know sign language and I am very good at reading people's lips."

|{What is the 'best' place you have traveled to so far?}|
"I mean, I never got the chance to travel as a child because the doctors told my parents that it could be dangerous to my health. I mean, when I was two, before the cancer and everything, my parents took my to Disneyland for my birthday but, I don't remember a anything about it. But, when I turned three, my parents because much stricter on me and what we could do. So, I never got the chance to see the world until now."






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{“The story of life is quicker than the wink of an eye, the story of love is hello and goodbye...until we meet again”― Jimi Hendrix }






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{Physical Description}|
5 feet, three inches {5'3} Short naturally brown hair that goes a little past my chin I am very petite because not many things I eat stay down, so it's difficult for me to gain a lot of weight Small waist, small bust, what else is new? I have several scars around my body, most are on my arms from all the needles and shots. Of course, I have one, maybe three from cutting myself at the age of sixteen, and I have a few on my back just from being young and clumsy. No big backstory behind them.

|{Do you have any habits/quirks?}|
Whenever I'm nervous I tap my right foot in a pattern I label everything I own with Braille language {my keyboard, books, my piano, etc.} When I'm arguing with someone, whether they're taller than her or not she stands on her tip toes Also on the topic of arguments, when I'm arguing with someone, I use a lot of grandiose hand gestures Moves away from large crowds of people, esp. my peers and people around my age seeing that they always look at me like I'm different I always hum when typing things down I always have three things on my person; my phone, my medicine, and of course my oxygen tank Even though I can't hear it, I love putting in my headphones and just blasting my music. Sometimes I talk to my dog, Roman like baby "It's not weird." I always keep a bracelet on that Sophie gave me. It was hers but then she wanted me to have it

|{What are your talents, strengths, and/or skills?}|
I love playing piano Dancing My other senses are heightened, esp. my eyesight I have some pretty tough skin after all these years I'm fluent in English and America sign language Children Singing Typing Strong willed Large vocabulary Senior college reading level Huge pet person {Surprisingly}

|{What are your flaws/weaknesses?}|
Large crowds Family settings Taking orders//authority Very opinionated Very much broken Many fears//phobias Jumps to conclusions Being deaf, obviouslyCan't stick up for herself anymore Very particular Water//swimming Defensive I can't go out in the cold without a coat, hat, and scarf Anxiety Hates being without Roman Asks many questions Many pent up emotions

|{Do you have any hobbies?}|
Playing piano Typing Dancing {Ballet} Social networking, Instagram's my favorite...sue me.Staying in my room Sleeping in Playing with her dogs Talking to my siblings Dancing {Ballet}

|{Do you have any phobias or fears?:}|
{Glassophobia} Fear of public speaking {Aelophobia} Fear of imperfections {Thanaphobia} Fear of death//dying {Acrophobia} Fear of heights {Taphephobia} Fear of buried alive {Philophobia} Fear of falling in love//being in love {Catagelophobia} Fear of being ridiculed {Pnigophobia//Pnigerophobia} Fear of being smothered//choking

|{Any secrets?}|
I used to constantly thinking about committing suicide, but then I started thinking that there were better ways to deal with depression I haven't spoken to my other siblings for a while because none of them wanted to see me hurting in the hospital I have never never been with, had sex with, or anything else with anyoneI had her first kiss to this guy my age who was terminally ill and asked her to this dance at the hospital

|{Do you have any goals or dreams?}|
To stay in remission as long as humanly possible To be free and travel the world around me To somehow get my hearing back without getting a cochlear implant To become a famous pianist or ballet dancer






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{“Excuse me while I kiss the sky.”― Jimi Hendrix }





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|What are you like as a person?|

Dreamer: Always
Opinionated: Often
Afraid//Paranoid: Sometimes
Sarcastic:Always
Depressed:Sometimes
Broken: Most times {Hides it}
Affectionate: Rarely {Anymore}
Risk-Taking: Occasionally to often enough
Ambitious: Rarely
Curious: Occasionally
Self-Controlled: Sometimes
Trusting: Never
Honest: Often
Loyal: Always
Serious When necessary
Romantic: Rarely
Flirty: Rarely
Sympathetic: Often
Altruistic: Sometimes
Optimistic: Often
Passionate: Often
Logical: Most times
Hyperactive: Rarely
Sweet:Most times
Social: Somewhat solitary
Emotions: Somewhat controlled





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{“If you want to discover the true character of a person, you have only to observe what they are passionate about.” ― Shannon L. Alder }





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|{What do you like?}|

Music | I mean obviously I can't hear it but, I can feel the beat plus, deaf kids always have their music pounding at parties just for that reason. Animals {Mostly dogs} | I love my sweet little, Roman Affection | Who doesn't? Romance movies | Again, what girl doesn't? Dancing {Ballet Mostly} | My sister taught me before she became sick and I've loved it ever since Dreaming | I'm a dreamer, sue me. Her pet dog, Roman | He's also my hearing eye dog so, we spend a lot of time together. Too bad I'm leaving him at home though he would love to travel The Summer | The warmth, the water, the pretty flowers, what's not to love? Humming | I can't hear it but from what people have signed to me, I'm pretty damn good. Social networking | I am a teenage girl, you know? Playing piano Smiling | Smiles just make me happy Being left alone | No one to poke and pry in my life Her siblings | Yea, I'm the only sane one but, I love them all Long hair | Something I don't have nor will I ever Being loved Guys with intelligence | I'm not picky I'm just not into idiots





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{“I don't hate you.. I just don't like that you exist” ― Gena Showalter, Seduce the Darkness }





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|{What do you dislike?}|

Her deafness | Yea, cancer's a bitch in many ways Being treated as a victim | Am I dead? Am I wheelchair bound? I didn't think so Reality television | Trashy, just trashy Her nickname: Helen Keller | Haha, it's funny Her peers | You can go die in a ditch, and that is only one of the things they have said to me Cats | High mantince little bitches Not being able to be complete independent |Do I look like I need help? No? Good. Dancing in front of others | I mean at parties not, on stage Being touched | If you touch me, watch out Cancer | Hey, hey, fuck you cancer. No one wants you! Comedies | They're not funny to me esp. goddamn Kevin Hart Messing something up | Give me a break, okay? Messing up on her piano | You can just tell when you mess up by the look on peoples' faces Singing in front of people | I swear I suck, I bet I suck Her dreams being shot down | You know what? Negativity is not needed here Being controlled | Am I doll or puppet? Exactly, trying to act like you own me, please. Sexual intimacy | I hate touching, remember? Makeup | It's so cakey! Improper grammar | Sorry, grammar Nazi present.






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{“We all shine on...like the moon and the stars and the sun...we all shine on...come on and on and on...”― John Lennon }



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|What is your place of origin?|
I was born in England, but I was raised most of my life in Olympia, Washington.

|Tell me about your family.|
Fredrick Rose | Father | Living {Wheelchair bound}|
Genevieve Rose (nee Thomas) | Mother | Living |
Sophia "Sophie" Rose | Older sister {5 years older}| Deceased |
Demi Rose | Twin sister {Age 18} | Living |
Max and Micheal Rose | Adopted brothers {Age 19 and age 17} | Living |
Alex Rose | Younger brother {Age 15} | Living |
Emily Rose | Younger sister {Age 13} | Living |
Amelia Rose | Younger sister {11} | Living |

Happiest Memory|
"It was before my sister died of Breast cancer. I was about what, fourteen maybe thirteen years old and it was about a month before my first long stay in the hospital. I came home crying after school from yet another day of being called a freak. It's strange, you know? I never even talked to any of the 'normal kids' but, somehow they always found a way to mess or pick with me. But, that's beyond the point and I sound like I'm trying to play the victim card. I was in my room, crying my eyes out when Sophie came in. She asked me what was wrong and I just broke down with the usual. "I'm a freak.", "Everyone hates me.", "No one would even care if I died tomorrow." Just stupid things I knew weren't true. And as irritated as my older sister would get hearing this over and over... and over again, she was always there to listen to me. One day she finally told up front that all those people are idiots. "You're a beautiful, intelligent, and amazing person. And if they can't see that then they're the stupid freaks, not you.", She told me. It wasn't the kindest thing she could have said but then again she was a very upfront and blunt person, so I didn't expect anything less than that. *chuckles* After that she just combed and braided my short hair and we watched our favorite movies since we couldn't come to a compromise."

|Saddest Memory|
I have had a lot of them; going deaf out of nowhere on my fifteen birthday, finding out exactly what cancer was when I was old enough and understanding that it can and probably will be what I die of, almost dying...three times may I add. But, there was one moment that trumps all of them, the night I lost my sister because of her breast cancer. I still remember that night to a T even though it was almost two years ago. My parents went off to go get us some food while we waited for Sophie to wake up just to make sure she was going to be okay before they had to take me back to my room. Anyway, I was in a wheelchair and right on her bedside when she woke up. She looked towards me and just smiled. She told me she was so tired and weak and she didn't know how much longer she could keep fighting. I asked her why she kept fighting if she was so tried. And what she said killed me, "I'm fighting because I know it'll keep you doing the same thing." She really stayed alive this long because of me and seeing her like this killed me. So...I told she could leave me, that I promised that I would keep fighting and do everything she wanted to do but never had the chance. And then, she closed her eyes...and left. My parents came in only a few moments after and they screamed for a doctor to come and save their daughter but, I knew that she already left.





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{“Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.” ― Søren Kierkegaard }





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|Give me a brief history of yourself.|
"Hello, my name is Clara Tyler Rose and I am eighteen years old. I was born in sort of that rags to riches tale, you could say...I guess. I was born in Stockton-on-Tees, England to a rather small family of three. I am the oldest of my twin sister, Demi and I and well, I guess you could say I got the short end of the stick on a lot of things. We spent two years of my life in England before moving us all to Seattle for my father work. And for the next year or so, I could tell something was wrong with me. I would just start bleeding out of nowhere and while I was terrified. I didn't tell anyone. I screamed and Sophie rushed over to see the blood and wanted to tell our parents but, I didn't want her to. And being the young three year old I was, I thought she would just keep it to herself. But, no. The next morning Sophie and Demi had to help me clean up my sheets before my mom or dad noticed but, Sophie snuck away from me and went to my parents telling them what had happened even when I said that everything was fine. They still just wanted to make sure and see why their young daughter was bleeding. The day before my third birthday was the day we went to the doctor and they just told us, that something was wrong and we should go to a Oncologist. Of course, my mother was reluctant, she knew what they study and she was in denial at the fact that another one of their children had cancer of some kind. Their oldest already had lung cancer and while she was doing well, you can never be sure.

But, my father forced her to go with him when they went in and it was that day that we found out that I had Leukemia after taking a blood test. And, they said too many technical terms but, to sum it up. They said that I had been born with a cancer called Leukemia. And while sometimes it can be slower, mine was fast and furious and, might I add very cancerous. Duh, but of course it killed my parents. For the longest time they couldn't even look at me with saying "I'm so sorry." Even though I was a child and had no idea what they were talking about. But, as time went on with all the surgeries and shots, the chemo and everything, I just knew that I wasn't normal. Years went by, another year, another problem, another surgery.

You get used to it, but I had my Sophie to help me out. While I loved my other siblings...Sophie and I were different than them. We couldn't do the same things that they could do. We weren't allowed to play outside for long periods of time, we couldn't go swimming, my mother refused to let me go to a public school because she believed it would just get me sicker. They did whatever they thought they had to in order to help me live as long as possible. While they helped me physically. Sophie helped me with everything else, she kept me strong and made me keep fighting.

We actually made a promise, if I kept fighting, so would she and vice versa. And it worked. Until her cancer came back when I was fifteen. She had just turned twenty and here she was on her death bed, clammy hands, no hair, no life in her beautiful hazel eyes. All we could do is help and beg her not to leave us, but we knew, at least I did that she was tired of fighting. So, she stopped. And I was left to fight by myself with no one by my side. 'I mean, obviously my family tried but, I just shut them out. I didn't want to get close to them because I saw what Sophie's death did to them and I didn't want to put them through that pain again. During this year, I could tell my hearing was fading. One the many prizes of having Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia, right?...I can't use that kind of sarcasm around my parents. One day I was practicing my driving with my mom and all of a sudden I heard a pop in my ears and that was the last thing I ever heard. I panicked and later that month I found out that I had went deaf. I mean, I knew that but I was officially diagnosed as a poor little deaf cancer girl, hey there's that sarcasm again.

For the next year and a half, I wasn't the same. I harmed myself, I stayed out late even when I was too sick to go out in the cold Washington air. I just didn't care about living anymore. I felt as if I had no meaning in my life, I hated everything and everyone and didn't give a damn about whether I lived or died. That is until I fainted in the middle of one of my classes at my new school for the deaf. I blacked out but the next thing I remember is them saying that my chances of living past a couple of months were slim. And well, being the person I am. I wanted to prove them wrong, for a good part of two years, I was in the hospital. My parents, while they had more than just me to take care of, they were there most of the day. My mother quit her job so she could stay with me in case anything was to happen.

In all honesty, I think she just didn't want me to die with no one by my side if that was to happen. One day, I made a deal with her. If I made it to my eighteen birthday, she would let me use my wish from the Make a Wish foundation on whatever I wanted, no ifs, ands, or buts. So, I kept fighting. By the time my eighteen birthday hit, I was walking, well wheeling myself out of the hospital with an oxygen tank by my side. Sure, I didn't look like a million bucks with my short hair and pair skin, but I was living and breath which was all that mattered. Meaning, I got to use my wish on whatever I wanted. And I made the wish to travel all of the world. Which is how I got where I am now. My dream after this summer is to get into Julliard for music or ballet, pray that I don't relapse, and well, go from there."





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{“Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and that which cannot remain silent” ― Victor Hugo }





{Use Somebody || Laura Jansen}
I've been roaming around
Always looking down at all I see
Painted faces fill the places I can't reach

You know that I could use somebody
You know that I could use somebody, yeah, yeah
Someone like you

And all you know and how you speak
Countless lovers undercover of the street

You know that I could use somebody
You know that I could use somebody, yeah, yeah
Someone like you, oh, oh, oh, oh
Someone like you, oh, oh, oh, oh

Off in the night
While you live it up I'm off to sleep
Waging war to shake the poet and the beat

I hope it's gonna make you notice
I hope it's gonna make you notice
Someone like me, oh, oh, oh, oh
Someone like me, oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah

I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready now
I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready now
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Someone like me, oh, oh, oh, oh

I've been roaming around
Always looking down at all I see[/font]
{Explosions || Ellie Goudling}
You trembled like you'd seen a ghost
And I gave in
I lack the things you need the most, you said where have you been
You wasted all that sweetness to run and hide
I wonder why
I remind you of the days you poured your heart into
But you never tried
I've fallen from grace
Took a blow to my face
I've loved and I've lost
I've loved and I've lost

Explosions...on the day you wake up
Needing somebody and you've learned
It's okay to be afraid
But it will never be the same
It will never be the same

You left my soul bleeding in the dark
So you could be king
The rules you set are still untold to me and I lost my faith in everything
The nights you could cope, your intentions were gold
But the mountains will shake
I need to know I can still make

Explosions...on the day you wake up
Needing somebody and you've learned
It's okay to be afraid
But it will never be the same

And as the floods move in
And your body starts to sink
I was the last thing on your mind
I know you better than you think
'Cause it's simple darling, I gave you a warning
Now everything you own is falling from the sky in pieces
So watch them fall with you, in slow motion
I pray that you will find peace of mind
And I'll find you another time
I'll love you, another time

Explosions...on the day you wake up
Needing somebody and you've learned
It's okay to be afraid
But it will never be the same





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{“It took a while for her to figure out she could run but when she did she was long gone, Long gone..”― Keith Urban }



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Roleplayed by BleedingLover {Call me Ae-Jin or better yet, Jinny. ^_^}

Face Claim|Jenna-Louise Coleman {plays Clara Oswald on Doctor Who}





So begins...

Clara Rose's Story

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Date || January 10th 2014
Temperature || 11 degrees Celsius/51 degrees Fahrenheit
Climate || The air today is cold but surprisingly still. The sky today is a pale grey, but it may get nicer as the day goes by. The air is just cold enough to see the faint outline of your breath, but only just.






Cassius Segovia

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"Cassius, get out of the car"

Giving an exasperated sigh, Cass stayed put. The day had came too fast and too soon, and now suddenly he was going on a year-long trip with a bunch of people he hated. It wouldn't have been described as one the finer moments in his life right now, as a scowl plastered his face and he laid back in to the smooth leather of his seat, crossing both arms over one another. In his mind he was an activist- protesting for his dignity. He didn't see how getting on a reality TV show would further his career. If anything, it would hinder it.

"Cassius, please, not again." His father Erik sighed, almost a mirror image to Cassius. The two were quite alike, but neither of them would admit it. "We talked about this, Cass. Come on, they are about to arrive."

Opening the door of the car, Cassius pulled at his jacket in a desperate attempt to feel like this wasn't happening. They were stood outside the Four Seasons Hotel in Midtown. Paparazzi lingered behind bins, cameras at the ready. That's actually as far as they were legally permitted to get, though. Paparazzi were not aloud in a considerable distance from the competitors. Something about 'Retaining the real life travel experience.' The whole crew was here though, so I don't know how that would work.

Suddenly, very suddenly, dozens of black cars pulled up at the sidewalk. Police bordered the cars, but they were all able to get a space somewhere. All of the competitors burst out of their cars, and were immediately instructed by their driver to make their way over to Erik and Cassius. His father smiled cheerfully as per usual, but Cassius kept his face at a slight smirk, letting one corner of his mouth twitch up.

"Hello, travellers! My name is Erik Segovia- and this is my son, Cassius Segovia. He will be joining you on this trip." He pointed to Cassius. "This hotel will be your home for the next two days. I trust you know your roommates? Everyone will make their way to the hotel rooms and you will have some- how do you say it- 'chill-out' time. Get to know your roomates, and figure out where you are all sleeping. Tommorow is a big day, and we will all meet on floor 51's meeting room."

His father took a deep breath, before continuing "Now go, my children. Please make your way up to floor 52."

Cassius followed the competitors as they made their way in to the hotel, his smirk now a scowl once more.

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All day, Clara had been feeling rather light head and weak. Not that she would admit it to her mother who was already lecturing her and reminding her of the rules. "And don't forget to ask someone to help you if something goes wrong. The doctors told you to take it easy, remember?" Clara Rose's mother told her over facetime on the young girl's new tablet. She set it up on the small table across from her as she back up into her seat. Clara just kept rolling her big brown eyes and nodded as she listened to her mother overly long list of concerns, hoping to get her daughter to want to come back home. Not that it was going to work of course, they made a promise and Clara held up her end and now her parents have to do the same. Of course, she did promise them that if it came back that she would leave as soon as she could to return back home for treatment, no matter how much she would hate to. She just needed to ease her parents' worries and paranoia. "Mom, I know that you're worried, but you need to relax. And, yes, I remember exactly what the doctors said. I also remember them saying that I'm in remission..--"


"Clare, that means nothing. They said that to you once before and not even a month later, you lost your hearing...I just don't want anything else to happen to my baby girl." Her mother meant well and Clara knew that. But, it didn't change how annoyed the girl was getting. She looked out the window as she watched the buildings go by with a huge smile on her small face as her dimples started to show. She turned back to her mother who was obviously annoyed with her daughter. "What? Mom, come on. I'm in New York! I don't want to spend the whole car ride on the phone, I mean give me a break. I'm excited, I've never been out of Olympia before!" Her mother sighed before signing back. "I get it, you're excited and I'm happy for you, Rosie. But, do remember to pace yourself, you're not like the other people here. You can't just rush around without a care in the world, remember that." Clara scoffed. "I know I'm not like them, mom. They, unlike me don't have to carry around an oxygen tank or wheel around in a wheelchair whenever they feel lightheaded or weak. I get it I'm not normal! But, you don't have to keep throwing it in my face!" Clara signed to her mother with her defense going up. She tried not getting angry, but with her mother...It was difficult every once and a while. "I am not throwing it in your face, Clara! You just have to remember that you can't just go running into the world without taking extra precautions!"

"Okay, mom. Look I have to go now but, I'll call you when I get settled in." Clara said as she looked out the window and saw a man standing with who she guessed was his son. "Okay, be safe. I love you." Her mom signed after letting out a sigh. "Love you too, mom." With that, Clara turned off the tablet and slipped it back into her small backpack. She slumped the backpack on her back and moved her small wheelchair to the now opened door before sliding into it and grabbing her oxygen tank. The driver got out and put her backpack on the back on her chair along with the tank which had its own littler holder. She fixed the Nasal cannula below her nose before sighing as she saw all the other contestants. "This couldn't be any worst. It's the first day and I already know I'm seen as the weakest." She thought to herself as she made it to the front of the crowd to see the man who was speaking. Seeing that she had to read her lips, she sort of pushed herself into the front. She looked up at him and tried to focus on what the man was saying. "Hello, travelers! My name is Erik Segovia- and this is my son, Cassius Segovia. She looked towards the blonde boy next to the man. He wasn't bad looking but, by the look of it, he seemed to be like one to keep to himself.

He will be joining you on this trip. This hotel will be your home for the next two days. I trust you know your roommates? Everyone will make their way to the hotel rooms and you will have some- how do you say it- 'chill-out' time. Get to know your roommates, and figure out where you are all sleeping. Tomorrow is a big day, and we will all meet on floor 51's meeting room. Now go, my children. Please make your way up to floor 52." Clara started wheeling her chair to the entrance, only to have a businessman hold the door open for before walking in himself. In all honesty, she believe she could have gotten the damn door one her own, but whenever she looked different then someone else, people gave her sympathy that she didn't need or want.

She rolled inside, not really knowing exactly where to head, in all honesty the man didn't really enunciate very well. So, she wasn't sure which floor he said exactly. She looked around at the group, looking for one of her roommate while they stayed in New York. She couldn't find anyone she had met beforehand. The only one who was around that she knew the name of was, Maisie. Clara turned around and made her way towards the girl who was, in a way, following the rest of the contestants like a lost puppy dog. She smiled towards girl before clearing her throat. "Hi, my name's Clara. Um, I'm sorry to bother you but, you wouldn't have happened to hear what floor he said, would you? She asked as she did sign language as well. She knew there was a good chance the blonde didn't know what she was saying with her hands but, it was just a force of habit.

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Maisie's eyes wandered around the lobby. She loved observing what was going on around her and she liked looking at the architecture. The hotel lobby had beautiful furniture splayed out throughout the room so that a person could always feel comfortable. And Maisie saw the large windows that let in plenty of light, the rug that transitioned to the same color tile covering the floor, and the various plants sprouting here and there. "Wow," she whispered aloud.

Maisie looked up at the sound of Clara's voice, her blonde hair falling over her shoulders in small waves. Her hazel eyes were bright and clear as their gaze fell on Clara's face. She smiled a little nervously, but her eyes didn't show it. Her eyes wandered past Clara for a moment towards the people behind her. Then she focused back on Clara and realized that she had asked her something. "What? Sorry, I didn't hear you."

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Dennis Reed sat rigid in the back of the car, his hands forming tight fists against his thighs as he fought to control his rapidly beating heart. "Deep breathes Dennis. You'll be alright. Don't freak out... don't freak out." He had been repeating the mantra to himself for the entirety of the car ride, something the driver had noticed early on. If Dennis had been paying any attention to the man driving the car, he would have seen his eyes flicking back every so often to stare at the boy muttering in the back seat. But Dennis didn't notice, he was too busy trying to calm himself and get ready for arriving at the Four Seasons Hotel.

Why on earth he had let his mother talk him into actually going on this trip was beyond him. She had said it would do him good, help him to gain confidence and so on. Perhaps that was true, but at that moment Dennis would have preferred being safely at home in his room, watching television or playing a video game. Sure, he appreciated that the opportunity. After all he had been picked out of thousands of teenagers from all over the country, but that still didn't hide the fact that he was much more comfortable in an environment he knew.

Suddenly, much sooner than Dennis would have liked, the car pulled up beside the dreaded first hotel. The doors of the cars in front of his opened, their passengers getting out and walking over to where Erik, the big head of the whole trip, was standing with his son. Dennis was only slightly behind the other contestants, a moment of hesitation making him pause before opening his door. With a grunt his driver pointed him towards Erik and Cassius, and Dennis, with his head down and shoulders up walked over and joined the back of the group. Dennis caught the end of Erik's speech and immediately began hyperventilating again as he struggled to remember what room he was in and who he was with. "It's alright Dennis, just follow the group. It'll be fine." He told himself under his breath as he followed the group into the hotel.

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Hazel's excitement was obvious. She was finding it hard to sit still in the car and ever so often she would spout some random piece of information about a country she was set to visit with the vacation. The car's driver, a lovely middle-aged woman, nodded and smiled as Hazel rambled on, "I've never even left the country before." Hazel said, not even aware that this was the fifth time she had stated the fact. The kind driver just nodded and smiled, knowing that the young girl would undoubtedly be excited. For Hazel, this was the trip of a lifetime. Given her parents' income, she and her family had never travelled overseas. Most likely she would have had to wait until after she'd got a decent job and saved. So, understandably this was the opportunity of a lifetime.

"Here we go love." The driver said as they pulled up outside the Four Seasons. "Go on over to Mr Segovia, he'll let you know what's happening. Have a wonderful time Hun." She added, pointed towards Erik Segovia and his son. Hazel thanked her and jumped out of the car. Smoothing her skirt down, Hazel gazed around at the other contestants and fell into step with them as they made their way towards Erik Segovia and his son. "Hello, travellers! My name is Erik Segovia- and this is my son, Cassius Segovia. He will be joining you on this trip." Mr Segovia pointed to his son. "This hotel will be your home for the next two days. I trust you know your room-mates? Everyone will make their way to the hotel rooms and you will have some- how do you say it- 'chill-out' time. Get to know your room-mates, and figure out where you are all sleeping. Tomorrow is a big day, and we will all meet on floor 51's meeting room... Now go, my children. Please make your way up to floor 52."

Hazel turned towards the Four Seasons entrance and, with another spike of excitement, stepped through the entrance doors with the other members of their group. She glanced around at the other contestants, recalling most of their names. While they had all met previously at the party, she still had only first impressions to go on. Most of the contestants she thought she could get on reasonably well with. She caught sight of a boy at the back of the group, his shoulder's hunched as he followed them all. She couldn't quite remember his name, Daniel, Dillon, Dean, Dennis? She mentally shrugged, she'd learn his name in time. For now all she could remember was that the boy had stood by himself for much of the welcoming party.