"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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☟ "Gone...He's...gone..."
Camille was fading in and out of consciousness yet a shooting pain that was bursting out like laying on tiny needles kept her awake as everybody's voices were going through one ear and out the other.
She felt the cold air nipping at her skin, beginning to move her body while trying to pry her eyes open but the pain in her body was keeping her mind occupied.
"I won't believe it!"
"Sammy--"
"No!"
The sound of cries rang through Camille's ears as she regained her vision, looking up she saw Brooklynns face before she took notice of the fact she must've been in the girls lap before she saw Sammy visibly crying as everybody around had a saddened look displayed on their faces with a few tears, she remembered what had happened minutes beforehand.
"...Ben.." She croaked out earning a few looks as Yasmina was now kneeling beside her, Brooklynn looking down as she adjusted the way she sat with Camille's head in her lap,
Camille tried adjusting herself when the sharp pain struck in her ribs feeling all the air leaving her body instantly before her eyes fell onto Yasmina beside her,
"Don't move too much...please...you landed right on your ribs...we could barely hear you breathing..." Brooklynn had a shake in her voice as Camille shuffled to sit up still in Brooklynn's arms feeling the ache strike again.
"We nearly lost you too..." Yasmina added on as she could barely face the girl, mourning the loss of Ben and nearly having to deal with Camille not breathing for a whole minute was more frightful than anything,
Camille groaned in pain, leaning further in Brooklynn's arms as the pink-haired girl kept a loose grip around Camille's weak body trying to comfort her before helping Camille put her jacket back on,
