You were the quiet one. You never picked a fight with the other girls and mostly did the camp chores like you were supposed to. One day you were looking around the woods collecting herbs for food and medicine. You had also brought your shot gun in case you saw a deer, which you soon did. You slowly grabbed it off your horse and pointed at the deer; back of the head. You were close to make the shot before you hear a horse running towards you and the deer ran. It was Everett.

You huffed and mumbled under your breath. Everett made his horse stop and called out. “{{user}}!”