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Rene recognized the voice. It belonged to one Devon Herline. If you asked him, he probably wouldn’t say they were friends, but she certainly trusted him–if her talking was any indication. He didn’t mind, though. He had always been very good at listening. “No,” he said. “I guess I am not in either camp. It’s okay being here. But you miss some things from home.” He shrugged. “Your summer?”

      “That’s understandable.” Devon nodded as she twirled a strand of hair. She looked around their surroundings and then grinned as she returned her attention to Rene. “It was actually rather fun. Mum and dad took their vacation time and we went to the beach and I got to see the ocean for the first time. Have you ever been to the beach, Rene?” 

         The little display earned Devon an amused raise of Talia’s brow. When she was younger, she’d had similar slip-ups, even if the results had been vastly different.

           “It happens”, she said, waving a hand dismissively. “Remaining in control 24 hours a day is tiring. We’re all bound to slip ups.”

Anthony was seated at the diner high top, nose buried in his book. Today he was in the world of The Alchemist, one of his all time favorite books. He gave a small smile as he continued to read through the passages. He was brought out of his own world when he noticed the girl next to him. He studied her every move and watch as she made the glass of water in her hand freeze completely. He cocked his head just slightly, continuing to stare at the glass. He began to speak, “Uh… does that happen often?” 

Rene, as was typical for him, sat by the edge of the lake. He had his hood pulled up over his head, his knees to his chest, and his arms hugging his legs. The first day back was always a strange one. Everything was too soon and too far away all at once. “Which camp are you in?” He said out loud, sensing someone nearby. “The great-here-we-go-again one? Or the finally-we-get-to-come-back one?”