[color=silver][center][h1][color=00ff00]Ishaq[/color][/h1]
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[indent][indent]Ishaq stood on the water's edge watching the other kids play in the water. He sighed. As one of the older kids, Ishaq 'felt responsible' for making sure everyone stayed safe. He had told the camp chaperones as much. He stood there in his swim trunks, his shirt removed so he wouldn't need to take anything off in case he needed to jump in and save someone. By God, he hated standing there without a shirt. He hated the fact that he was a little pudgy, he hated the feeling of being...exposed. He hated this camp. It was hard enough keeping up appearances for people he had to deal with on a regular basis, but now he was keeping up appearances for total strangers, people he would never see again once this camp was over.

He didn't hate the other kids, per se, and if anything, many of them probably liked him for the helpfulness and reliability he exuded. He looked over to Conrad, sitting by himself on dry land. This behavior irked Ishaq. As the responsible 'older child', Ishaq was expected to approach Conrad, ask him what was wrong and why he wasn't playing with the others. Was Conrad being bullied? Just having a bad day? Sick? [color=00FF00][i]"God I hate kids. What a pain,"[/i][/color] Ishaq thought to himself. Honestly, Ishaq just wanted to give the mopey kid some space, and was having a conundrum trying to figure out was was 'expected of him'. Fortunately, he was pulled out of his annoyed introspection by...bad weather? [color=00ff00]"Alright everyone!"[/color] Ishaq called out, parroting the adults, [color=00ff00]"Weather's looking a little strange. We should dry off and head back to the cabins."[/color]

Yet as they headed back, it became apparent that this was no storm. Ishaq had lagged behind to 'make sure everyone was accounted for', so he saw the light come down from the sky towards each of the kids, including himself. He wondered for a moment if they were being struck by meteors. Then he realized for a sickening moment that he didn't care for the safety of the others, and that he should. yet he didn't have to think about it, since it seems the streaks of light were harmless, instead depositing a device into his palm. he inspected it cynically, wondering if this was some sick prank from the camp leaders, but as he looked at the device, he felt...naked and raw. Then he felt the weightlessness as he was pulled upwards. Before the panic had fully set in, a disorienting light engulfed him.

Ishaq lay there in an unfamiliar space. For a fleeting moment, he wondered if he was alone; a liberating thought. But then he heard Conrad's scared question. Ishaq groaned and stood up, patting himself off, and 'remained calm'.
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