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Unlike the other children, Phoebe didn't even have to come up with a lie. Her parents gave so little shits that she was able to just walk out the door and they wouldn't give a shit for days at most. Convenient... unless, she gets kidnapped and brutally murdered. The amber alert won't go out for days until it's too late. Oh well. Phoebe was one of the first people there, in fact. She brought everything she needed in her backpack. Water, snacks, food, a flashlight, and most importantly....

... Her guitar.

She left the backpack at her feet as she leaned up against a tree. While everyone was talking, Phoebe was playing with her guitar barehanded. She was playing quietly enough that she wouldn't bother anyone. Even if she did play a little louder, it would become background noise soon enough. Phoebe was just passing time, since she had little to say to the group.

... Until Val came by with some brownies.

Phoebe immediately slung the guitar over her shoulder and skipped over to Val. "Oh, I'd love some!" Phoebe said as she politely grabbed one of the brownies. She took a bite, when Debra spoke, it reminded her of one of the times her older siblings brought some "brownies" home (and Phoebe was tripping balls the entire night.

"They seem pretty clean to me." Phoebe said to Debra. Smiling at the girl as she looked her top to bottom and smiled even wider.

It wasn't long before the big adventure began. On cue, Debra lead the group into the deep woods, and Phoebe followed right behind her. Playing on her guitar as she took steps through the woods to provide a deep ambiance. Honestly, this is the most of the woods that Phoebe has ever seen, and has ever planned on seeing. The place was beautiful... honestly, she would love to come out here every day and look at the plants.

Then, their little forest adventure hit a snag when the group ran into a river. With no bridge. Perfect. Phoebe stopped playing the guitar as she looked for a way around it. Debra had the same goal until she had settled on... a log. Just a log. This was going to be a good one.

"I don't know, Debs," Phoebe playfully said as she held the guitar in both hands. "I think we can swim for it-" Phoebe clapped her hands together with the guitar hanging off her neck before her hands went back it. "-who wants to swim for it?!"