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myra barrionuevo was considered a kind person.
in her hometown, piggott, arkansas, she was known as someone you could count on whenever you needed help with something.
were you an old lady too scared to cross the road yourself? sure, no problem for myra. she would help you without hesitation.
did you need a few dollars because life was too hard on you? here you go. she didn't need them anyway.
did you lose your pet? don't worry. myra was already on her way to help you put on the posters.
were you bullied at school? well, not anymore. myra dealt with your bullies when you weren't looking.
didn't understand the topic? she tried her best to help you get it. and when she didn't get it, too, she asked someone who did to help you out.
to put it short, myra barrionuevo helped those who needed it.
so once she noticed her cabinmate, marcel sadowski, sulking inside cabin eleven, she was immediately at his side.
she asked him various questions like do you need something?can i help you somehow? should i fetch you something to eat? but she respected his personal space.
too bad for her that the stubborn teen wanted nothing to do with her.
at first, he answered her with a polite no, but each question made his patience run low. it came to the point where he threatened her he would skewer her with his spear, but when she didn't give a shit about it, marcel used his other tactic - he ran away.
to myra, it was weird. no one has ever declined her. hell, people mostly asked her to help them out. it was like a new territory, and she had no map to guide her through it.
thankfully, myra was good at topography.
even if marcel made it nearly impossible to communicate, she would lend him a hand.
that was her goal in life - to help those in need. the world was depressing as it was, so she wanted to make it more bearable with her actions. myra didn't see any reason to let bad things happen, especially when she knew she could help.
and after the accident a few years back, she didn't want history to repeat itself.
so she swore on her life - myra would aid people. no matter what.
when she found marcel sitting on the pier with his feet nearly touching the surface, she slumped beside him.
she looked at her surroundings. the turbulent sky seemed engraved onto the pane clear lake - each dark cloud passing through was mirrored by the water. the surroundings were quiet - the peace was only interrupted by far away booming of thunders and the trees shimmering when a strong gust of wind came by. every so often, circular ripples formed on the surface, either caused by naiads or fish. if it weren't for the storm brewing in the distance, the lake would feel like an oasis.
