A Week In A Cabin

A Week In A Cabin

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6 teens go on a trip for a week in the woods. Everything starts off good but it gets weird nd everybody feels things changing. Little by little they go missing whats happening no one knows. CHARACTERS AGES ND DESCRIPTIONS GIRLS 1. Erin 16 SHORT BLACK ND BLUE OMBRE HAIR LIGHT BROWN EYES SHORTEST OF THE GROUP 2. Alice 15 REDDISH LONG HAIR BROWN EYES TALLEST GIRL OF THE GROUP 3. Riley 17 DARK PURPLE HAIR HAZEL EYES BOYS 1. Isaac 16 BLACK LONG HAIR GREEN EYES SHORTEST OF THE GUYS 2. Hunter 15 LONG BLOND HAIR BLUE EYES TALLEST OF THE WHOLE GROUP 3. Gavin 17 BROWN SHORT HAIR DARK BROWN EYES HES A NERD
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I was never the cool girl. Never the centre of attention. Hell, the first party I ever went to was because Kheli dragged me there when I was seventeen. Oh, Kheli... Kheli was my first love. My first everything. But once we finished high school, we parted ways. My plans were very clear: go to university, have fun, go to parties, maybe fool around at some point when missing Kheli got too much for me to handle. I don't know - the typical university life you see in movies. However, it was nothing like that. I was struggling to keep up with my assignments, my classes, all the drama, the parties, Kheli, the people, Pokémon Go - everything. I couldn't keep up with any of it. And then... Eleanor Williams did what she does best. She came out of nowhere and planted herself right in the middle of my world. And like a very fucking annoying tree, she set down roots and refused to move. And then I found myself - God, kill me now - enjoying being around Eleanor Williams. I found myself watering the fucking tree even when I knew it would only make the roots grow deeper, until there was no way of pulling it out. (Yes, sometimes I make very shitty metaphors. You'll get used to it.) But just because I was, much to my dismay, enjoying Eleanor Williams's company didn't mean she wanted me around.

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