FREaKInG BiRDS

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A/N: I'm not sure what or where I'm going where this is- ;-;

Use Google Translate, I did.

I showed up for breakfast, my scary and terrifying companion trailing me. Finley strolled up to me, Clover trailing not far behind.

"What's with the bird?" Pretty Boy asked, plopping next to me on the grass. Clover eyed the bird with interest.

"Gift from my dad.." I mumbled, scooching away from the bird. It tweeted and squawked, somehow cute and scary. Clover choked on his tin can.

"What?" Finley and I asked at the same time.

"Two things, one is rude and the other is kinda serious I guess?" Clover said, dislodging the tin from his throat before chewing it again.

"One is that he asked me what I was looking at, and called me a donkey-" Scary bird squawked. Clover scowled and returned to talking. "And second, he said monsters can come through your sleep, have no idea what that means though!"

I aggressively took a bite out of my sandwich.  The bird hopped towards me threateningly. I screamed, hiding behind Clover. 

"BIRD se chystá zabít mě" I screamed. Finley raised an eyebrow, Clover sighed, the bird tweeted and the campers stared. 

"She has a fear of birds," Clover explained loudly, for Finely and the confused campers.

"Wait so your dad gave you the thing you're scared of?" Finley asked in disbelief. The bird somehow hissed and Clover looked irritated.

"I didn't realise satyrs were allowed near campers this much." I winced. It was that kid that screamed at me for making him falling asleep. He leaned against Heather, her face displayed how obviously irritated he made her. 

"So what?" Finley asked, and the kid scowled. Obviously this dude did not get along with people.

"SO, satyrs are just suddenly good role models for kids?"

"So, SuDdenlY you're a good person?" Finley shot back.

Dramatic much?

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