Kenya's point of view
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Our black RAV 4 pulled up to the camp. But it wasn't really a camp.
It was a gigantic hotel, with fountains everywhere. It looked expensive.
Many people came out the front and watched our car pull up.
They looked groomed, and happy.
Hair tied into perfect buns, skin clean of dirt, they must be extremely grateful.
A lady not older than 40, walked up to my passenger seat window.
"May I grab your luggage?" Her accent was thicker than a bowl of oatmeal.
"Um, yeah" I stutter "it's in the trunk"
I see the hot guy starting to exit the car, so I do too.
He leans on the car.
I stand next to him.
"Do you know these people" I ask him, admiring the guards by the front door.
"No" he says, also confused by their kindness.
Octavia and Cynthia exit the car.
Cynthia stand next to me and smiles.
I look at her and quickly make my way to the porch.
"What's your name" asks the guard sternly.
"Rose Dominguez" I say.
The guard writes it down on his clipboard.
The hot guy looks at me weird.
"And you?" Says the guard looking up at the hot guy.
"Mark" He says "Mark Fuentes"
I hear the man take Octavia and Cynthia's names too.
As we walk in together I ask "Mark?Is that your really name, Mark?"
"Yeah, ROSE" He emphasis.
"Dude I don't want a bunch of randos knowing my name."
The long hallway seemed as it would last forever.
I didn't notice, but the fresh air felt good, satisfying almost.
"Mark, whats your story?" I ask, trying to strike conversation.
"Cheesy much?" He says and chuckles "I grew up in Virginia, my brother was murdered, tracked the girl who killed him down, and here I am." He says quicker than I could hear.
I look up at him and smile.
He might be a genuine person.
The weird British lady is lugging our stuff in front of two rooms.
I approach her, confused on how the system works.
"So um, what do we do?" I ask.
"You live in these 2 rooms, here are the keys, you decide who lives with who." She says quickly.
"Oh ok" I say, feeling a bit dumb.
I sigh.
"Alright" I say as I enter one of the rooms "I'm gonna shower"
"I'll go after you!" Says Cynthia as she attempts to enter my room.
I turn around.
"Actually... I was thinking I would share a room with Mark... he doesn't really know Octavia.." I say.
Her heart breaks a little.
"Alright" She says quietly as she enter the room to the left.
My heart breaks a little too.
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Teen Fiction17 year old Kenya James always thought her life would be normal. She's overall very smart and had her life planned from beginning to end. At least she thought. All her plans become corrupted when the sun goes out. Now her only focus is to survive. (...
