"And if our love was just a circus, you'd be a clown by now."
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In a story that takes place in a newly founded camp on the island named Jurassic World, a heap of 7 teenagers gets handpicked coming from all different backgrounds, sporting, wealth...
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☟ "Have you packed everything?"
Anais Moreau painfully repeated for the 100th time as Camille threw her head back in annoyance, "Yes Mother, I swear I checked for the one-hundredth time you've asked me.."
The green-eyed girl glanced out the window to see her father, Matheo Moreau waiting for her arrival. She felt her eyes grow heavy just glancing out the tinted window, the sleep she got last night was not enough for the trip she was about to take. Camille gazed at her phone to check the time, 4:06, a long yawn escaping her lips.
Camille grew up in France her whole life, occasionally travelling for her parent's work off the Pacific coast of Costa Rica. Camille was currently sixteen years old and in a sports high school being a student leader and a straight-A student, she was nothing but a child prodigy, or so people tell her.
"Alright, I've gotta go..." Camille hurriedly said as she ripped her bag out from beneath her feet before unclipping her seatbelt,
"Remember I'll be around the park if you need me- I might see you at the island but if not, I love you-" Anais warmly said to her daughter as Camille leaned over and gave her mother a peck on the cheek,
"Yes yes, okay bye-" Camille rushed out of the car with a faint smile before stepping away from the car and waving, watching the dark red Rolls-Royce Wraith drive down the long driveway and out the golden and black gates of the Moreau Estate. Camille gripped the strap of her duffel bag, heaved it to her shoulder and climbed up the many steps leading up towards the private jet before she was greeted by her lean and lanky father at the top of the stairs ending at the edge of the long runway,
"Camille, good to see you arrived in one piece," Matheo cleared his throat widening his eyes briefly, Camille scowled at the snarky comment.
"Your driving isn't any better..." Camille heaved her bag off her shoulder. Matheo scrunched his nose with a painful grin before clasping his hands together, the sound slightly echoed within the large space while he adjusted the round glasses that sat upon his nose.
