As I walked up the steep, rocky hill to see the remains the fire had left behind, I noticed a person who looked almost rock like. I cautiously tip-toed near the person. They had a blanket that looked very old, beige and paper like drapped over their head.
"Hmmm, hmm." I clared my throat and with a blink of an eye, the person was infront of me.
"Hello! My name is Jalipsanika! What's yours dear?" the person asked in an old, hoarse whisper.
"Richelle..." I mumbled back slowly.
And that's when I knew I made a terrible mistake.
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