Marie's Hair && Outfit && Boots
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"Ah. Sí mama...El campamento es perfecto. Como siempre." Sixteen year old Marie tried to convince her Mom that she didn't want to come home or anything. Everything was just fine and she would do anything she had to to prove it. Marie pushed the door to the cabin that she shared with four other girls open. "Mamita, don't worry so much. I'll be careful and call you every night like I promised before I left." Marie rolled her eyes at how paranoid her Mom was being at the moment, acting as if she had never spent the night apart from her before. "Te Amo Tambien mami, Sí Piérdale también." Then she hung up and threw her phone on her best friend Lumielle's bed instead of her own. That was when she ran and jumped on her bed, glad to finally be on something soft.

Reaching over to the dresser on her left, Marie opened up a notebook and a pen. She remembered that she had promised to write home to her grandma over in Mexico. Tucking some of her hair behind her ear, The letter started like 'Querida Abuelita Marcela' but that was about it of what she could think about saying to her at the moment. Marie often found it difficult to talk to her now that her Dad was gone. Since his death their conversations usually ended up going back to how she was dealing with it or else somehow related to it in some other way. Bit annoying really, especially since she was trying to live her life the way he would have wanted her to. 'Hola soy yo tu reina.' The next part came almost naturally to Marie, remembering that her Grandma was constantly calling her "Her Queen" 'Estoy bien, A mi camp pero Piérdale tan mucho. Y tú...¿Como Esta?' Marie couldn't think of anything else to write but knew that her Grandma hated short letters. So Marie just put it back on the nightstand for the time being.

The boots her Mom had got for her, well a pair of the millions she had, were hurting her feet. Just as Marie was about to unzip one of them the cabin door swung open, Making her look up to see who was coming in.