Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170621183025/@comment-28262540-20170801224106

A week had gone by and the group was doing okay after that horrible incident. Everyone seemed good and relatively healthy. Quinn fiddled with her hoodie, pulling it over her head as she plopped herself down on a smooth bench.

The French girl pulled out a small picture, that she had ever since she landed in this place. It was of her and her mom. Despite hating her parents for most of her childhood, her mother was an excepton. She always carried around this picture. It made her happy.

Wiping up the small tears that had gathered on her face, she pushed the photo back into her pocket and caught up with the rest of the group.