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They see me walking, they hating
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Bridget's head snapped when she heard someone calling out to her. She had recognized the voice, and her body relaxed somewhat. She had taken a few classes with Kimberly in the past, most recently in History. The redhead smiled and waved at the other girl, picking up her bags and breaking into a light jog towards her. Stopping just in front of Kimberly, she resisted the urge to hug her. She didn't want to unintentionally spook her.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, she found it ironic that Kimberly was the first one she met with on the island. Both of their families had moved to the States to avoid conflict, Kimberly's from Vietnam, Bridget's from Ireland. Yet here they were, thrown into a situation where the only way to survive was to fight, or die. She didn't have any intention of doing that though. Kimberly was safe, she could be trusted. At least she hoped.

"Good morning." Bridget said somewhat ironically. "This is a bit of an interesting situation huh?"

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