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I sit at one of the two desks in the cabin, and start to write the letter to Luke, my little brother. I write the letter as a part of the story I tell him before he goes to sleep, with my character, the princess Emily who has been knocked from her throne, being tormented by the new villains (aka, Envy, Lust, and the rest). He loves stories like this. When I write about 'Sir Al' saving me from drowning, I can almost hear his voice asking 'Ooh, are they gonna kiss?". He loves trying to add romance to everything.

I notice Winry looking over my shoulder. "I'm almost positive it didn't happen like that."

I grin. "Of course, I have to exaggerate a little. He's seven, and he thinks his big sister is a dethroned princess whose life is a fairy tale."

"He really thinks that?" Winry inquires.

I nod.

"Okay, I call being your favorite mechanic!"

I laugh and roll my eyes. After I finish my letter, Winry, Riza, and I start to walk over to the mess hall. Ed and Al soon join us, Ed walking on the railing of the bridge proclaiming how tall he was.

"Wait until he falls off," I mutter. Louder, I say, "I suggest you get down. You'll never know when a Sin will come along and push you even though they know you can't swim."

Edward hops off and returns to being shorter than everybody else. "Someone's still angry about yesterday."

"It was a near-death experience, brother," Al reminds him.

I hold the door open for everyone. Even though there isn't a lot of people in the mess hall, the building is still buzzing with conversation. I remember how tired I am and yawn. Thankfully, the Sins aren't at their table yet, so we make it back to our table without anybody being tripped. I set my head down on the wooden table.

"I'm tired. Summer is for waking up at noon every day!" I close my eyes for a moment. "I don't want to wake up so early."

"Now we know you're not much of a morning person," Al comments. "Hey, Riza, I think they're calling you." He motions to Roy and his friends trying to wave Riza over.

She rolls her eyes. "I'll be right back. If I'm not back by noon, they've kidnapped me." Riza stands up and goes over to their table.

"And they don't even serve coffee here!" I continue. "Why don't they serve coffee?"

Someone puts their hand on my shoulder. "Apples are better for keeping someone awake," the voice belongs to a creepy smiling man with an eye patch. "Better than coffee." He walks away.

When he is out of earshot, I mumble, "He's pretty creepy."

Winry nods. "Yeah, no kidding."

O-o-O

Later, I find myself in front of a weird think that looks like really tall stairs.

"I think we're supposed to jump on each of them," I say.

Winry elbows Ed. "Dare you to go first. At the end, you jump onto that thing." She points to a cushiony-looking thing.

"If I break my arm, it's your fault," Ed says.

I barely control my laughter as I watch Edward struggle to climb onto the first step. It would take any one of us one big step up, but Ed actually has to climb it.

"He's too short," I tell Winry.

"Who are you calling so short he can barely fit into the adult sizes?" Ed shouts to me.

"Nobody said that!" I call back.

He hops onto the next one, almost falling ("Be careful, brother!"). He continues to hop onto each of them until he gets to the top. He stands up triumphantly.

"Haha! I am a winner!" he yells. "Edward Elric is the winner of the step-hopping game!" Swiftly, he jumps down and lands into the cushion thing. For a moment, I think he's so short he sank into it, but he popped back up. "Now, it's Raelynne's turn! For calling me short, she must go next!"

"It's hot. Why are you wearing a hoodie?" Winry asks.

Remember when I said that I usually hide behind something? Today, I made sure to wear this. "It's a good luck charm," I lie. "And I'm not that hot, anyway."

I step onto the first one ("Show off," Ed scoffs.). After I leap to the next one, I discover it isn't too hard to do. I keep leaping like I did the first one. It's pretty easy until I jump to the last one. I miss it by an inch and end up trying to hold on by my hands. Why does this stuff always happen to me?

"I've never seen that strategy before." Ugh, Envy. Why is he here? "Wow, you're pretty far off the ground. If you fall...that's not going to be pretty. Oh, wait...you were never pretty in the first place."

I try to ignore him, but the last one kind of hurt. He's just trying to get you to fall. He's trying to get you angry. Don't let him be satisfied. I swing my leg up and try to pull myself up, but I fail and end up dangling by one hand.

"Are you alright?" Winry calls. "Do you need help?"

"No!" I call out. "I'm fine."

I see Envy lean against the fence that divides this obstacle from the rest of the camp. "You don't look too fine there."

"Shut up, Envy!" I exclaim, almost slipping again. I grab the edge with my other hand again. Unfortunately, I don't have too much upper body strength, so I have to rely on my legs to help me up.

Envy laughs and taunts me again until I manage to pull myself up. The height is sort of dizzying, and I hesitate.

"Scared of heights?" Envy jeers.

"Shut up, Envy!" I practically scream. I'm shocked by how loud it is and slip off the thing. I bang my knee on the way down, but other than that, I'm perfectly fine. I stand up and smile. "I lived!"

I walk over to my friends. We burst out in laughter. I'm not exactly sure why we're laughing, but I just go with it anyway. I'm the only one who failed at the jumping. I guess it's pretty funny, but I don't know where Envy went. Oh, well. Who cares?

"Are you alright?" Winry asks me.

"Other than somewhat scraped hands and a skinned knee, I'm fine!" I smile. "That was fun!"

"It was hilarious watching you. No offense," Winry adds. "It was Ed who completely lost it when you fell down to the cushion. Then, we all started laughing."

"I would've laughed if I was watching myself," I say. "I mean, who wouldn't?"

"So what should we do now?" Al asks.

I stick my hands into the pocket of my hoodie. "I'm not sure. We could be total social rejects and go to the arts and crafts section. I bet they'll even have a macaroni art table!" I add the last part with fake excitement.

"Nah, that's where the Sins should go," Ed says. "They're the social rejects."

I see a bright pink piece of paper stuck on a tree. "I'll be right back. I want to see what that paper says."

"I'll go, too. Just in case Mustang tries to kidnap her," Winry hints that Riza still hasn't been back, and it's about twelve thirty.

The paper turns out to be nothing special. Just something about a bridge railing being loose. Winry and I turn around to rejoin the boys, but Roy's standing in our way.

"Hello, ladies," he smirks. "How might you be today?"

Winry rolls her eyes. "Not interested, Mustang."

I blush a little, my shyness kicking in. "Y-yeah. What she said."

"Oh," Roy pretends to look disappointed. "I thought you'd be like your friend. She was very interested."

"Whatever. C'mon, Raelynne." Winry starts to walk away, and I follow her.

"He's so stupid," I say. "Don't you think?"

Winry nods. "He must think all girls want to fall into his arms or something." She shakes her head. "I feel bad for Riza. I wonder what happened to her."

I shrug. "She's probably doing something with them. Or threatening them. She could always be threatening them."

"What did the paper say?" Ed asks.

"Something about a loose railing. No big deal," I tell him.

"I bet that the rail that was in front of me before I jumped off was the loose one," he says.

"Or you got lucky and walked over it," Winry suggests.

We decide to go to the library for the remaining fifteen minutes we have until lunch. We all sit at one of the tables near a girl who is quietly reading. I challenge Al to a paper airplane contest. Whoever's flies the longest wins. The loser has to write a note to Lust/Envy confessing their love for the other, signing it Lust/Envy. Yeah, it's crazy, but it's a contest. I'm positive I won't lose. I am the master at making paper airplanes.

"Ready?" I whisper when Al looks like he's finished.

He nods. "3...2...1...Launch!"

Both paper airplanes glide over the table. Ed and Winry pause from their game of hangman to watch. Soon, one of them dwindles to the ground. And that one is mine.

"Aw, you win, Al. Cheater." I stick my tongue out at him.

"I didn't cheat!" Al defends himself. "Your airplane was just poorly made. Look, mine's still going." He plucks the airplane out of the air, sits back down, and he takes a piece of paper and a pencil from who knows where. "Get writing."

I roll my eyes for what seems like the gazillionth time as I start to carefully disguise my handwriting. By the time I'm finished, it's lunch time.

"I'll meet you guys there," I tell my friends and speed across the bridge. I want to put the letter on Lust's bed before lunch. Unfortunately, she's walking with Envy, so I have to create a distraction for him so it seems like he went to give Lust the letter. "Hey, E-Polaris!" I call to him. "Come here for a second."

He walks over to me. "Changed your mind about me?"

"As if."

"What do you want me for?"

"Nothing. Why?"

"You called me over here."

"Oh, did I?" I glance over to see that the rest of the Sins are heading into the mess hall. "Whatever. It seems like you just made an excuse to talk to me." With that, I walk off to the cabin and place the note on Lust's pillow. Then, I walk back over to the mess hall.

Ed stabs his straw through a juice box angrily. "Stupid lunch lady thought I was too young to drink soda. She gave me a juice instead...I'll show her who's small enough to be mistaken for a five-year-old."

"I thought you already have. You went up there, didn't you?" I tease.

He scowls at me and sips his juice.

"Have you completed your task, young grasshopper?" Al asks.

"What's with the karate sensei thing? And, yes, I have 'completed my task'," I sit down next to him. "Where's Riza?"

"Sitting with Roy and the rest," Winry answers.

I look over at the table Roy and his gang have claimed as their own. Of course, Riza's sitting there. She's actually laughing. I guess she's having fun. It's not like I'll never see her again, though. She's still my cabin-mate.

"Looks like she's having fun." Al voices my thoughts.

After an awkward silence, I decide to poke Al with a toothpick. Repeatedly. Poke, poke, poke, poke, poke, poke.

"What are you doing?" Winry asks me.

"Playing squash the germs that are taller than Edward game," I say sarcastically, earning another short rant from Ed. "What does it look like I'm doing."

"Retaliation!" Al yells and jabs me with a toothpick.

"Winry! I need an ally!" I shout dramatically.

"Will do!" She starts poking Al with a toothpick.

"No fair!" Al protests. "Two against one! Help, brother!"

We pause our toothpick war for Ed's answer. He glares at the table.

"I can't. The lunch lady said I shouldn't be playing with 'sharp objects such as toothpicks'."

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