Who are we?

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Who are we?

The two girls went back to their respective cabins, spending the next few hours packing their stuff, obeying Marva SR orders. The incident had spread far and wide in the camp by the time the pair of them had finished packing and both of their names were known, at the very least they were now infamous amongst the camp, though both girls didn't exactly want all this attention. After finishing packing the two girls headed towards the mess hall, to be greeted by the still upset Marva's, with their packed suit-cases and duffel. What they didn't know is the two Marva's had felt it correct to drag the whole camp along with them. It seemed for a while normal camp acts had stopped and everyone was anxious to see exactly what was about to happen to the girls.

The two Marva's spent the two hours after the event pondering over what to do, they couldn't send them home as that would be as good as failure. It was time to utilize the spare cabin. So with the rest of the girls, the two Marva's lead the girls, who were in the front of the large line and carrying all their luggage and without any help, which for Nessie wasn't very easy considering her full suitcases. He walk from the mess hall lasted about five minutes, with the two girls quite sure what do with themselves, they certainly weren't going to talk to each other though that was for sure, besides just carrying the luggage was hard enough, though Liz had a distinct advantage being she only had to carry one large duffel, which she carried over her back.

Then at a junction Marva JR hands her mom the bullhorn that she had been carrying and the pair stop their military style march, with a sign behind the younger Marva saying Isolation cabin. Out of the two girls it was Liz who was dreading what was to come the most and this feeling was heightened by the sign ahead of her, and worse of all it was her fault, had her plan not been so perfect then this might not have happened.

Marva SR: Okay girls, the rest back to your activities.

Marva SR: You two, the isolation cabin.

The rest of the girls behind walking with the two Marva's and the girls to isolation camp all become very excited as they all go running to where-ever they wanted to go and screaming and cheering while the girls were in total contrast, Nessie keeping a fairly clam complexion while Liz obviously feeling rather aggravated by the whole situation and her face showed this all to well as the pair turn to each other both looking into each others eyes briefly before Liz turns away in a little grumble, turning away to face the two Marva's again, which is the queue for Marva JR pointing rather childishly towards a hill, with wooden steps and finally at the top a cabin.

Marva SR hands back the bullhorn to her daughter before proceeding with her daughter and the two girls up the stairs and into the wooden cabin, with Nessie using her best efforts just to keep herself balanced and stop herself from falling over due to the weight of her cases, while Liz continued to carry her duffel on her shoulder before reaching the cabin. Into the cabin they go, a one room, two bed cabin designed for just such an up-set, though it had never been used before, so this was the first time for Camp Walden and also the first time that the girls would spend any decent amount of time with each other. Nessie rushes towards the nearest bed claiming it and dropping all her stuff immediately, which prompts Liz to look angrily at Nessie, wanting that bed for herself, though the presence of the two Marva's stopped Liz from bursting into another argument with Nessie and so Liz accepts the arrangements and heads for the far bed, throwing her duffel rather violently in a sulk onto the bed before the pair turn towards the Marva's still standing by the door.

Marva SR.: we've got seven weeks left at camp and you two are going to spend every glorious one of them - together. You'll eat together, bunk together and do all your activities together. Either you'll find a way to get along or you'll punish yourselves better than I ever could.

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