Skyler Sandiago POV:
I sat down at my bead and sighed heavily. I just walked down the notorious "Death Hill" to my room in the cabin. Why did I have to be stuck down here, I wondered. The fact that I was with the two absolutely worst roommates didn't help anything either. And what made matters worse was that there was no cell phone connection here in the mountains which meant no late night chats with my brother, Nate. Why did my parents want to go to this family camp anyways. The rest of my adoptive family was up the hill in the main house where we ate all of our meals and had all the meetings. I had to admit I missed my little 10 year old brother and 7 year old sister. Unfortunately, since I was 17, the staff thought it would be best if I stayed with people I could relate to: the interns. Of course, I would get Rebecca and Hannah. Anyone else would be easy to deal with for two weeks.
"Oh! Look who finally made it down here!" Rebecca snickered as she exited the restroom. "Good thing you're not late, but you'd better hurry to put your pajamas on or you might break the lights out rule."
I quickly grabbed my sweatpants and tank and dashed towards the bathroom. I took my time while in there. It was my escape from them for a few minutes. I heard there senseless chatter in the background. After changing my clothes, I gently pulled my hair out of my side braid. My head ached from the stress of the past few days. I smiled a little at the perfect waves the braid created. A tear slowly brimmed in my eyes. I missed Nate. I needed him. These girls hated me, and I had no idea why. Well, I suppose I did know. They thought I was pretty. They accused me of attracting their boyfriends attention. If I was their boyfriends, I would have dumped those jerks a long time ago, I thought.
A knock on the door brought me back to reality. "Almost done in there?" Hannah's shrill voice called out."
I opened the door quickly. "Yeah." I said quietly and walked towards my bed.
"Hold on a second!" Rebecca stood next to Hannah as she spoke, and they cornered me, blocking my way. A shove and then a heavy blow in my stomach sent me flying to the ground. "Do something to make my boyfriend to stop looking at you, or you'll have something worse than a sore stomach tomorrow." She hissed and then stepped aside.
I stood up and held my stomach. I couldn't take this any longer. "I need some water." I said weakly and stepped outside the room. I didn't know where I was going and I didn't care. I ran as fast as I could up "Death Hill" and let the tears stream down my face. The 40 degree weather didn't agree with my tank and sweatpants but I didn't care.
I didn't see the car coming towards me and when it turned the bend and the lights flashed it my eyes it was too late. I closed my eyes and screamed, but there was no pain, no impact, only a squeal of tires.
A masculine voice broke into my thoughts. "Are you okay? Oh my god!"
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