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Post by Raine Breeson on Mar 6, 2008 18:29:37 GMT
Raine wandered across the deck of White Sands, running her hand along the rail. She remembered the day she got on this ship, how excited and happy she had been to do something different.
She just didn't know how different.
Smiling, she remembered her friends jaw's dropping as they saw the huge boat. Raine had saved up for months to take them all on the cruise - she had known that none of them would think of it, or be able to afford it, so her wild streak had taken the initiative.
She tried not to think about the friends who had died.
Raine looked over the edge of the ship on to the beach, at the newcomers who had just landed here, and knew that in time, they would be part of her community. Though it was uncommon, occasionally some of the people did commit suicide, and it was partly her job to make them feel welcome and try to ease any negative or ill feelings. |
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