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𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙠𝙚 turned her body to the other side, trying to get comfortable as the soft breeze blew a few strands of hair around her face, tickling her nose.
The daylight shined through her closed eyelids as she snuggled into the not-so-comfy ground beneath her. Smacking her lips together as her heartbeat continued to beat at a slow pace.
A crackling noise made the girl crack an eye open, looking around before she ignored it, not wanting to wake yet.
The crackling of a bag continued as she began to grow more ansty, internally groaning at the annoying noise beside her.
"Hey!" Thomas's voice quipped, making the small brunette sigh as she rolled her eyes.
Peeking her emeralds open, Thomas sits up from his position to sho away a bird picking at a grey garbage bag.
"Hey, get out of here!" Thomas yells as he swings his arm up to make the bird fly away and crow.
Blake rolls her eyes as she places her hands on each side of her body, pushing herself up with a groan.
"Well, I'm awake now." Blake mumbles to herself as she leans against the rock behind her. Shifting her head to her left, Blake's emeralds land on Minho's.
The boy lays against the rock behind him with his arms crossed over his chest. An annoyed expression written all over his face as he watches Thomas pull himself up to stand.
"Are they gone?" Newt questions, making Blake turn her head to the blond, not realizing he had woken up as well.
Thomas pauses for a second to look around, "Yeah, I think we're safe for now." He answers as he leans down to grab his pack. "Okay, we should get moving." Thomas continues as he slides his backpack to him, digging around before zipping it shut.
