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“Hi, hi, go find a bed!” she rudely gesticulated with a slight accent. Okay, okay, yeesh! No need to be so… A voice interrupted my thoughts. “COME ON!! I FOUND SOME BEDS!!”the voice hollered. The voice was my best friend, Sruthi. “Aae! Do not scream!” our cabin leader screamed. “Say that to yourself..” I silently muttered. “Aae!”she screamed once again, ”time to leave!” One by one, everyone filed out the door. I know that they must have been thinking the same thing as me by the unamused look on their faces. The rest of the day was exactly like that. Lunch, field class, and even “Lights out” was a nightmare. Every day went by in a manner of this sort, but that one day… it changed me for eternity. We had just woken up, and I was late. “Aae! Get out! Get out! Let’s go!” “Ugh” I groaned. I knew whose voice that was. I made “an educated guess,” and was beginning to wonder if that was her special quote or something like that. A phrase she couldn’t stop saying. I remembered myself thumbing through a book where the antagonist said something like that. “Aae…” I hustled out of the door, and sat down at the amphitheater. Oh, how I hated her. “Oh, no! I didn’t do my hair! Oh, you didn’t either?” I questioned Sruthi, a minute after arriving at the amphitheater. “I DID DO MY HAIR!” she yelled with immense anger, starting to throw a conniption fit. (Did I mention that she is probably the most oversensitive person you will ever meet?) “Uh, no no no no no” I quickly corrected, “uh,

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