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      After I went out of the hall Zaira did the same and so did Bianca. Compared to all the rest of the kids Bianca looked like giant pale wood stick. But they didn't really seem to care, they must be used to it. But I sure wasn't. There were people shooting water out of their fingers at their friends and some of it splashed me. "Well...i'm assuming you don't have any luggage Abigail" Zaira said with a weak smile I just glared at her and she sighed. " Well you can go and look around and explore if you want!" Zaira exclaimed with a smile "Just don't set things on fire." Bianca said walking away. "Okay? Well bye I guess?" I said to Zaira " Oh! Wait one second!" Zaira reached her hand up into the air as high as she could. Her hand started to fill up with sunlight. after about 10 seconds of "sunlight gathering" she took her hand down and handed me something. The something was a key with a camp fire symbol on the top. "Cabin 3! The fire cabin." Zaira said looking behind her as someone carrying a volley ball called her name "Gotta go now!" She said while running away.

       "Well guess I could go look around..." I said to myself. I walked around for about 5 minutes before stumbling upon a strange looking house. No, it wasn't a house. It was a wooden shed. I pressed my ear to the door and I heard a chicken, a girl talking, and glass jars clinking together. I opened the door and stepped inside. The girl had light brown hair and grey eyes. The girl was looking at me with a scared look in her dark brown eyes. She was holding a (what looked like) giant yellow chicken. "Hi?" I said taking a step forward. She grabbed a jar with a blue glowing thing in it. The chicken pecked the girls arm dropping the jar on the ground making it break. The floor around the broken jar literally changed to ice. "Haruki!" the girl shouted before putting the chicken down into a wooden crate. She picked up the glass on the floor and I bent down to help her. " I...I'm sorry for startling you." I said picking up a piece of glass and stuffing it in my pocket not knowing what to do with it.

       "It's okay...I'm just not used to people wanting to come in here." she said patting the chicken on the head. The chicken sneezed and a tiny flames came out of his nostrils " I know this is a weird question...but is that a chicken or something else." i said looking at the bright yellow bird. " Chicken? It's a phoenix..." She said with a smug look on her face. "A...phoenix?" I said looking at bright orange bird. "Yup!" She said getting up off of the floor and brushing her skirt off. I stood up as well "I don't believe I have introduced my self yet. My name is Amy." She said with a smile "I'm Abigail. Nice to meet you Amy." I said smiling back at her. I realized I hadn't checked out my cabin yet and started to reach for the door knob "Oh! Wait a second!" Amy said reaching towards her collection glass jars. After about 40 seconds of clinking sounds from the glass she turned around and had something orange and red in her hand. "This is for you. I know this might sound strange but...I sensed that you would come here and got this ready for you so here you go!" She said smiling and handing me the object which turned out to be a necklace. "You might be wondering what that does. It gives you what ever you need in emergency situations." She said with a smile on her face. "Oh thanks! This will be useful some how here." I said turning the door knob and leaving the tiny shack.

  I didn't exactly know where the cabins were so I had to ask a few people. Eventually I found the group of cabins arranged in a circle. There was a white one, blue one, green one, a black one, and a red one. I walked past each one and they all smelled like something different. The blue cabin smelt like the ocean, The white one smelt like cotton candy, the green one smelt like a forest, the black one smelt like burning candles, and the red one (which I assumed was the one I belonged to) smelt like a camp fire and burning marsh mellows. 

 "Ok...please dont let there be burning meat in here...please please please." I said to my self while looking for the key. Eventually I found it and just now noticed that it was actually very detailed and aesthetically pleasing. I put the key in the door, opened it, and was welcomed in with a cloud of smoke. 

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