Okay, well I can't take credit for this chapter, since my friend wrote it. And neither of us can take credit for anything but the situations here. :-D

Chapter 2

It had only been a short few hours after her arrival, but Rebecca Rickard was already feeling so alone that it sickened her. She had already found her cabin and was completely settled in, so for the past few minutes she had kept herself entertained by listening to her Linkin Park CD. Lying on her bunk with her hands behind her head and her eyes closed, Becca heard the door open and close again. The person that had entered was shuffling around a bit by a bunk near Becca's. Becca had hoped that this person would take no notice of her, but nixed that plan when something very large and furry jumped upon her chest and sunk it's claws into her skin. Rebecca sat up very quickly and pried the creature off of her. "OW! MOTHER FUCKING —", but she broke off when she noticed the wide-eyed expression on the face of a girl on the bunk beside hers. "Oh. Sorry." Becca said rather weakly. Sitting up straighter, Becca saw what it was that had attacked her. In her opinion, it was either a very large cat, or a very small lynx and it was hissing at her violently. "Is that yours?" Becca asked the girl, who nodded. "Ah. Well then..." Becca abandoned her CD player. "Uh...hi. My name's Becca." She told the girl.

"Hermione Granger," the girl said with a British accent, "And that's Crookshanks."

Becca cleared her throat, "Yeah, well. Sorry about that whole language thing earlier...caught me off guard."

"Did he?" Hermione said frostily.

Becca cleared her throat again and stood up, "I think I'll go for a walk."

As soon as Becca got outside, she saw that many more people had arrived since her own arrival. Not looking where she was going, Becca bumped right into a stranger and stumbled backwards, "Sorry," she said, "That was my fault."

"Can't argue with that," came a nastily cold voice. It was the person Becca had bumped into; he was a few inches taller than she with blonde hair and eyes the color of steel. Becca froze; not only did she hat it when people were blatantly rude to her, but she also hated it when she was so shocked by their looks that she couldn't be rude back to them.

But she recovered quickly, "You're rude," Becca said quickly. You're rude? Becca thought, Well that was lame.

"I disagree," the boy said, "my mother always told me I was simply unlikable."

Becca glared at him and muttered under her breath, "I've come across rotting bodies that are less offensive than you are..."

"What was that?" the boy asked scathingly.

Becca looked straight into his cold eyes and spoke so he'd be able to hear her clearly, "I said that I've come across rotting bodies that are less offensive then you are."

The boy smirked, "And how did you happen to chance upon rotting bodies?"

"They're were all the people that have had the unpleasant misfortune of meeting me, pissing me off, and then getting castrated by me." Becca replied coolly.

"So you save all of your castrated bodies?" the boy asked, "Sentimental value?"

"Nah," Becca said, "I'm just running out of freezer space."

The boy examined Becca with a mock look of mild interest, "My, my...what an unpleasant little individual you are."

Becca glared at him as she walked past him, "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Click your heels together three times and go fuck yourself."

As she walked on along the worn dirt path beside the tree line of the surrounding forest Becca heard voices. They were happy and laughing and, combined with her most recent argument with a complete stranger, Becca couldn't help feeling more alone than ever. Picking up a rock off of the ground, Becca examined it and threw it moodily at a nearby tree where it hit the truck, ricocheted off, and rebounded out of sight. The voices that Becca had heard were now suddenly loud and obtrusive. One of the voices said something indistinguishable and then there was a thudding noise and another voice came out of the trees, "Ow! Harry! That hurt!"

"Well don't throw things at me unless you want them thrown back at you!" a second voice said.

"You—but—I didn't—!" the first voice sputtered, sounding alarmed.

Becca walked towards the voices and found two boys sitting on a boulder- formation, one with messy black hair and glass was rubbing the side of his face and the other was a redhead massaging his arm. Realizing what must have happened, Becca cleared her throat. The boys looked up at her.

"I'm sorry, but I think that first rock was mine."

The two boys looked at Becca, then at each other.

Becca continued tentatively, "Did I hit you...hard...?"

"Kind of," the dark-haired boy said, "Hit my head."

Becca blushed, "Sorry--"

"There you two are!" came a voice from behind Becca, "I was wondering where you two went off to—" The girl named Hermione that Becca had met back in the cabin trudged through the trees and was speaking to the two boys. She saw Becca and stopped, "—oh." She looked faintly surprised. There was a silence in which Becca looked at Hermione and Hermione looked at Becca and the two boys looked back and forth between Becca and Hermione.

After a moment, the black-haired boy stood up hastily and cleared his throat, "My name's Harry," he said friendlily, "and this' Ron," he added, gesturing to the redhead (who gave a weak smile), "and this' Hermione—"

"We've met." Hermione said shortly.

Becca felt rather awkward; she hadn't meant to act that upset when Hermione's cat—or whatever it was—had jumped on her. "Um...Sorry about what happened earlier," Becca began, "That was a really beautiful cat, though. Crookshanks is his name, right?"

Hermione's air of coldness lifted, "Yes. I always thought he was gorgeous too. But a few people," she added with a pointed look to the boy named Ron, "don't appreciate his beauty."

Ron stood up, "That 'cause he tried to eat my rat—"

"Two years ago, Ron! And that 'rat' turned out to be a—"

"It doesn't matter! Besides, you've always given that cat too much freedom!"

"This isn't about me, Ronald! Don't go around insulting me just because—"

"Insulting you?! Who said anything about insulting you?! I was just commenting on your lack of concern for OTHER PEOPLES' PETS!"

As Ron and Hermione carried on with their arguing, Becca leaned towards Harry, "Are they always like this?" she asked.

Harry sighed, "Sadly, yes."

A few moments passed and Becca and Harry watched Ron and Hermione's little row. Then out of nowhere a small rock whizzed past the side of Becca's face and hit Ron in the forehead. Harry busted up laughing, "Now YOU have a scar."

Ron looked annoyed, "Ooooh!" he said hotly.

Harry and Ron jumped at each other at the same time, met in mid-jump, and began to fight. Harry had Ron in a headlock and was winning.

"Ouch gerroff me!" Ron cried

"Where'd that come from?" Hermione asked curiously, ignoring Harry and Ron and looking around.

"I dunno," said Becca, turning in the direction from where the rock have come, "Lemmie go look"

Becca walked a few meter and caught a brief glimpse of a red-haired girl sitting on the ground before—"BECCA!" the girl screamed as she flung herself at Becca and knocked her onto the ground. It was very uncomfortable, but fortunately, Harry and Ron (having abandoned their scuffle) grabbed the girl and pulled her off of Becca. Becca stood up and looked at the girl. She was thinner...and her hair was red...but there was no mistaking it—it was Allison Gill, Becca's best friend!

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