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Bianca’s point of view
I stared at myself in the mirror. I looked like a fucking criminal. Damn you Suri. I will fucking burn down everything you have, even if that’s the last thing I do.
I checked into my clothes, hoping I would find something like a scarf I could use to cover my scars, but everything was just some crops and t-shirts.
“Fuck!”
I tried again for the second time to get in touch with Misty, but it was like a brick wall between me and her. I close my eyes, willing myself to stand up. I don’t talk to a lot of women in camp and my people were gone.
I swallowed hard, counting a few times before I grabbed a hat that was in my bag. Xavier came last night and took everything while I was sleeping and left.
From what I hear his sharing a tent with Kane, which is crazy because a lot of speculation has already gone around. I tried to think of whom to go to. There’s that girl who always wears a hijab, so maybe I should get it from her? I thought trying to think of how I will
