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"I'm going hunting!" I tell Rick, and hug him. "Stay safe!" He says and I nod.

I walk into the woods, and pull my bow up. I walk through trees, and listen for anything. I see fresh blood, so I jump on the horse I brought with me. I push him forward, and he neighs.

I come upon a ravine, and the horse starts freaking out. "Shh, calm down boy!" I say petting him. Then I see the CopperHead, and the horse throws me off. I start falling down the hill, my bow in hand, when I feel an arrow pierce through my side. I scream, and land.

"Get up! Your not weak! I didn't raise you to be a wussy! Get up!" Dad says kicking my boot. "Forget this camp! There all idiots! You can do better on your own! Your better off without them!" He says. "No! I love them! All of them!" I yell at him. He then kicks my foot again, and I fall down.

I feel the arrow move around, and I groan in pain. I grab my knife, and cut it, then pull it out. I cut off my sleeves, and tie them as a tourniquet above the hole. I start walking, but stop when I see a doll. I pick it up and see it as Sophia's. I grab it, then crawl up the hill, and make my way to camp.

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