Nix looked bewildred now. "What are you talking about?" She asked slowly. They hated her. Tried to kidnap her. Thats what she only thought.

Nix tensed. "Liars!" She shouted, trembling.

"You're friends of Hazel..You must be liars," She accused them, starting to take out a weapon out of her belt. She blinked in surprise when nothing was there.

Nix shifted uncomfortably, realizing he did nothing. It was only Hazel. She let her hair wander up to tug on her hair out of worry. She looked shocked when she touched her recently short hair.

Nix looked emotionless as he walked away. Another piece of her broke. She lowered her head, wishing no one would have interfered with her nearly successful suicide. She walked away, looking blank, not hearing Hansons question, shoulders slumped. She was supposed to hate them. But the other half whispered, is it really true?

Nix picked up the barrette, feeling guilt claw at her stomach. She left without glancing back.

Mr. D blinked, wondering what had just happened. Oh well. He didn't need to do anything.

I walk in, seeing a boy who looked a year younger than me, asking for help as well. "Dad, I know this may be the wrong time, but I really need your help." I say, limping. "And no it is not a minor sprained ankle. That would be just stupid considering I could go to the infirmary. But, anyway, that's not it." I said quickly.

"Lean forward a bit," Mr. D ordered, "towards me. I'll see what I can do."

I wait for Dad to be done with the camper, before I said anything.

Mr. D, feeling slightly friendly today, looked at his daughter. "What d'you want?"

"Well, one thing is that I'd like to see you as much as possible. Most other campers don't get to see their godly parent as often as I am able to. But, I need your help. My horse, King is wandering around camp somewhere."

Mr. D frowned at Kristen, listening but not really comprehending. "So. Your horse wandered away from you.... So you want me to get it back?"