Ugh. Why did I even say what I said? I think. Some girl asks me my name and I respond with "Anna" in a dull tone. Skye does the same with her own. The girl doesn't say her name, she just jumps onto a bed and starts playing on her phone. Okaaaaaay then. I don't honestly care.
Skye whips her cell phone out of her pocket and presses a button. "Hmm, hi. Yeah, no, I'm fine. You? Yeah, nice. Haha. Okay. Wait, what? Yeah, sounds awesome, but I'm away. Oh, okay, August. Ahh. Kay. Alright. That... yeah, mhm. Haha. Okay. Bye." she says, pausing between every sentence, and I assume the other person is talking. "Who was that?" I ask tentatively. "My agent. I have an audition when I get back. Why do you care?" Skye snaps. "Your what?" "Agent." "Why?" "Ugh! I'm an actress. Why do you care?" "Ugh... I don't." Anna, you little liar, what are you doing? I shrug and turn away.
"Here are your things." Alina says later, after entering the cabin. "We can go home?" "No." Great.
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At The Art Camp
RandomAnna. Hailey. Ciara. Skye. Four girls. Different talents. Anna loves to sing. She dreams of being a pop-star. Hailey likes to draw. It's her dream to see one of her drawings in an art museum or gallery. Ciara loves painting. She wants to become a...
