ᅠᅠ &&. 𝗙𝐋𝟭𝐏𝗣@¡
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ᅠᅠ &&. 𝗙𝐋𝟭𝐏𝗣@¡
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+ ( still holding the smaller girl’s hand in her own, susie makes slow strides toward the doorway. )

+ other girl. )

* guess we’re going there, then… * cmon, follow me. ( she leads juana through the forest, moving the brush aside for the smaller girl to come through… eventually, the two arrive at the school, just poking out at the entrance. ) * you any good at sneaking?

* shit * alright * maybe, uh. maybe we can get you on a boat back to the island?????????? ( she has hope. stupid, misplaced hope, but she has hope. ) * we can look into it later, though… you really shouldn’t be in the forest alone this late. ( she was in the forest alone )

* can we * email him??????? ( she is actually so fucking stupid )

* thats… it…?????? ( genuinely so confused. ) * okay, uh, it’s pretty late, and this forest isn’t too safe… how about we go back to my place and try to call your dad??? do you know his phone number?

* and what happened after that…? ( susie just wants to understand. as much as she kept to herself, she knew just about everyone in hometown. and this girl was clearly not from here. ) * do you remember anything?

( she tries to put on a confident face, but that emotion brewing in her gut wasn’t helping. ) * okay, uh.,… * do you have somewhere safe to go? somewhere you can wait for your dad?

( susie’s expression mirrors flippa’s. the once visible anger is replaced with a frown. hits a bit too close to home. ) * how long ago was this?

( the more susie hears about the girl, the angrier she gets… where the hell are her parents? why was she being kept on an island that forced its inhabitants to stay? ) ( her disdain was evident on her face. ) * do you have parents?

( the fuck 😭😭😭😭😭 ) * that sure is * a name. * what do you mean, you’re not supposed to leave?? ( her hands are stuffed in her pockets, hunched over, as if she’s trying to make herself look a bit smaller in front of the child. )

( . . . ) ( hometown is landlocked. where the hell did this kid come from…????? ) * um,.,,,, that’s uh., great! * you know… what it’s called…????????

* how the hell - ( she’s raising her voice. she catches herself, though, speaking a bit softer now. ) * where are you from??

( yeah no one knows what you just said. ) * juanaflippa…?????? * that sure is… a Unique name…!! ( she’s making a stupid face. some awkward half-smile. she hardly pronounced the name correctly. ) * what’re you doing out here..?? it’s late, yknow…

+ * well, uh- i’m susie. you gotta name, or..?
