The Life of Me

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Lottie

If seeing Cheyenne run out of the woods screaming at someone to leave her alone was an everyday thing, Lottie would have figured Sammie had played a prank on her.

But, she knew Cheyenne smiled during pranks and didn't scream bloody murder. Mostly.

"Get away from me! I don't know who you are!" Cheyenne screamed helplessly. Lottie followed Cheyenne to her cabin as most of the campers stood there, laughing and pointing at her. Growling, she walked over to one of the stronger boys that had Cheyenne by the neckline of her shirt.

"Hey, princess, whatcha see back there? Was it Almawt Sayukir, the girl that killed her brother?" he snarled. Cheyenne hastily wiped her eyes dry, looking him dead in the eyes. "No. It was your girlfriend. Said she wanted to fuck me," she replied, keeping a straight face better than Lottie could.

"She what?! C'mon, twerp! Say it again! I dare you!" he growled fiercely.

Cheyenne looked around, spotting someone with longish-short red and orange hair and a green hat. "Hey! Did you say you wanted to fuck her?" the guy shouted at them. The person turned around, mildly disgusted. "No way! I'm demisexual!" a teen boy shouted back.

Least to say, the one who was holding Cheyenne did a double take. "That's-That's not even a real thing!" the bigot stuttered out defensively.

The teen rolled his eyes, leaving.

"You're really gunna get it now, punk," the bigot threatened, raising his fist. Cheyenne looked bored.

"Fine, I made a deal with Satan, and I have to honour that." was her tired response. The bigot froze. "You? Made a deal with Satan? I'll believe it when I see it!" he laughed. Cheyenne shrugged as best she could. Lottie watched from the distance, ready to help. But now

Cheyenne can have her fun.

"Suit yourself," Cheyenne grinned, beginning to chant something old and evil-sounding. "Satan lui-même lie ce fou! Brûlez en enfer pour votre stupidité!" she shouted. A ton of Christian campers shrieked and screamed at the mention of Satan. The bigot dropped Cheyenne, who just so happened to be wearing red contacts, (Why? Not a clue,), so it gave off an evil glow.

"Sois parti. Mon Maître n'a pas le temps pour toi," Cheyenne spoke again, a sly grin inching onto her lips. Everyone within 3 feet wisely backed off.

The bigot fleed.

Cheyenne smiled, saying a cheerful "Au revoir!", then skipping back to her cabin. Lottie stood there, transfixed. She faintly heard Cheyenne say "Bonjour belle!" to someone.

"Hey, Lot," Dai strolled up to her, carrying a basketball on her hip. Lottie nodded, a smile formed as she asked Dai how she was doing.