"We're here Maisie..... Maisie?" Her mother said, her wide blue eyes holding that fearful, hesitant look that Maisie loved seeing. It told her that she was in control here. She was always in control, but this place diminished the feeling. She had screamed and fought but for once in her life, her parents hadn't caved. Her absent eyes flickered over the camp, taking in every detail. Her mother was already out and getting her bags. The petite girl hopped out of the Escalade and went to watch. She had one large purple suitcase, and a smaller bag she kept more important things in.
"I love you, honey" May Pascard said, still wary of her daughter. Maisie looked at her briefly, her eyes cold. She did not speak, but simply walked away.
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Marek regarded the camp with mild brown eyes. He and his father had just arrived after a long ride from Colorado. They had been oddly silent, very different from their usual friendly banter. He figured his dad was still mad at him. His old man could understand why he hurt that kid, but he wasn't happy that this is how it turned out. He ran a hand through his rough ginger hair and sighed heavily. It was gonna be a long year.