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Part 1
Santana slipped on the army green tank and pulled her hair out of it, tying it back into a pony tail. She pulled on her jeans and slipped on sneakers. She knelt next to Brittany and admired her as she slept. She grabbed her hand and held it then let go.
Santana grabbed her pack and walked over to the group waiting for her.
Ana: Are you finally ready to go?
Santana: Listen I forgave you for killing rich bitch because you seem to be the only cool Latina around other than me, but don't treat me like I'm your pawn.
Matt jumped in.
Matt: I know it seems like she can't do much but trust me I dated Santana before, she's the nightmare Satan has.
Charlie: Can't we all just get along?
Ana: We're moving out.
Santana: Well finally.
Charlie, Ana, Santana, Sayid, and Matt begin the hike.