[center] [h1] [Color=plum] Harper Azalea Cartella [/color] [/h1]
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	She did not know how long she had been here, or anything of the sort. Her mind was not an accurate calendar, she lost count of the days long ago. She had heard that it has been two years from some of the other girls, but she didn't believe it was true. It felt like much longer in her opinion. The days passed by, each one being longer than the next. The torture and the pain killed, and the same activities bored the hell out of her. She continued on, trying to cause as little trouble as she could. She had faced some of the consequences, and it was something that she could not stand. Even before she entered the gates that surrounded the gates she knew it was nothing good she was getting into to. The long bus ride, holding an unbearable silence, that throughout her days at the camp followed her. Walking in the gates, she saw others, around her age working. They wore shirts with various colored X's. The shirts were labels. She didn't understand it then, but soon after she found out, when she was given her own label. [i] Orange [/i] 
	The fact that she heard different rumors on how the red and oranges have been disappearing terrified her. It hasn't happened to her, and she also hoped that it didn't. Where the reds and oranges went was unknown. This fact didn't make it any less nerve-racking, especially here. People have disappeared a few times, and she remembered their faces. She never once saw them return to the camp. Her best guess would be that they were gone. She did not want to be gone. Even though she hated the camp, she would trade anything in the world to not die with in the walls. 
	Her mind focused on the topic, not letting it slip in her mind. Maybe if she was careful, maybe if she was good they would forget that she was there. The thought kept her somewhat warm, but it didn't do much. In realism she would need to escape to avoid her fate, but escaping was deemed impossible. She thought of ways, but nothing would work. 
	[i] "Lets play truth or dare." [/i] She heard one of the girls say. 
 Harper looked up turning her head to the direction of the girl and shrugged. What did she have to lose? Truth or Dare wasn't her favorite game in the world. Most of the truths bored her, but the dares she enjoyed. She would like the truths more, if she didn't have the power that she did, and she could always tell if the others were lying. She had managed to figure out how to master her power, and had used it quite a few times. The PSF did not tend to catch it most times. She admitted it was risky, and she framed from doing it around them, but at times she just couldn't help it. Every time she used it she wanted to use it more, and she had completely disregarded peoples privacy to do so. She got headaches here and there from it, and when her friends realized she did it they were not impressed.   [Color=plum] "Sure. I'm in." [/color] 
	She waited as the game was making its way into progress. They got everyone who wanted to play gathered around the circle. [i] "Who want's to go first?" [/i] 
	The question was never answered. 
A loud noise interrupted there game. Harper, jumped at the sound eyeing the others around her. [i] [Color=plum] What was that? An escape attempt maybe? [/color] [/i] She quickly stood onto her feet, running to her bed. If it was an escape she knew what would follow. She laid down, covering her ears with her hands. She closed her eyes. 
	She waited moments afterwards, for it to begin, but there was nothing. Not a single peep. She opened her eyes, looking around at the others. [i][color=plum] What in the world? [/color] [/i] She realized that the others had a similar expression. She rolled her self up, getting onto her feet. She saw Annabelle going to open the door. She got up too her feet, standing behind Annabelle. 
A loud sound and no white noise.[i] [color=plum]  Were they going to be saved? [/color] [/i] The thought rushed into her head, a rush of glee fleeing through her, though she quickly calmed it down. Chances were low.