if there's something left to be learned (OPEN)

I want to feel in photographs. Every picture I'm gonna burn or every smile was a lesson learned. I wanna say, "Break down, all on me." I'm gonna figure this out but I don't know how. Break down, all on me. I wanna run until I get out. You'll be the reason I'll be uneven, you've got me on the edge to jump for you. You'll be my fire, call me a liar. We'll make mistakes the way we always do. And now I'm starting every sentence with an apology. What's your reason for leaving now? Is it too late to follow you out? I wanna say, "Break down, all on me." I'm gonna figure this out but I don't know how. Break down, all on me. I don't wanna be selfish but would it kill you to be a little more precise, more polite when you speak? You'll be the reason I'll be uneven, you've got me on the edge to jump for you. You'll be my fire, call me a liar. We'll make mistakes the way we always do.

if kassidy were to be honest, she had no idea how she had found herself in the strawberry fields. she had been trying to get back to her bunk, but noooooo, she ended up in the stupid strawberry fields. why did the camp even have strawberry fields? maybe somebody just really liked the beatles, kassidy didn't know.

she wandered around for a bit, kicking at the ground. it was too cold for the strawberries to even be in season, her breath forming white clouds in the air. the only reason she knew they were strawberry fields is because there was a sign. it appeared to be half-rotten, was tipped over, and took her a full two minutes to read, although that was probably just because of her dyslexia. and dammit, did she mention that it was cold?

kassidy missed wherever it was they had lived before new york city and london. she could remember having a few friends, and it was warm, although she tried not to get too attached.

kassidy heaved a sigh, and a large cloud formed n the air and dammit why did long island have to be so freaking cold? she shivered, running her hands up and down her arms, wishing for her winter coat or that she had just stayed home with her family. some hot chocolate would also be appreciated. and an electric blankets. plus movies. movies are always nice.

suddenly, kassidy had a thought. 'what if the strawberries are magical strawberries?' so she pokes on to see if it does anything.

the plant sits there.

kassidy pokes the plant again.

the plant continues to sit there, very much in the way that a hummingbird does not.

"stupid plant," she says, before she kicks at the dirt again and stalks off to try and poke some other plants to see if they react differently.

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I want to feel in photographs. Every picture I'm gonna burn or every smile was a lesson learned. I wanna say, "Break down, all on me." I'm gonna figure this out but I don't know how. Break down, all on me. I wanna run until I get out. You'll be the reason I'll be uneven, you've got me on the edge to jump for you. You'll be my fire, call me a liar. We'll make mistakes the way we always do. And now I'm starting every sentence with an apology. What's your reason for leaving now? Is it too late to follow you out? I wanna say, "Break down, all on me." I'm gonna figure this out but I don't know how. Break down, all on me. I don't wanna be selfish but would it kill you to be a little more precise, more polite when you speak? You'll be the reason I'll be uneven, you've got me on the edge to jump for you. You'll be my fire, call me a liar. We'll make mistakes the way we always do.

kassidy jumps when she hears a girl's voice. "well," she begins, unsure of how to continue. she closes her mouth in concentration, and then opens it again, deciding to try again. "you see," she begins, before deciding she doesn't like that beginning, either.

kassidy stands there for a moment, contemplating what to say. she doesn't want to sound crazy, but at the same time she doesn't know why someone would be poking plants for any reason other than checking to see if they have magical abilities.

after opening and closing her mouth a couple of times, kassidy decides to just be simple with it. "i was confused why there was a strawberry field because it's like, holy shit, how does anyone even benefit from that, right‽ so i though 'hey, maybe they're magical!' and the only way to test to see if a plant is magical is to poke it, obviously, so now i'm poking plants!"

she grins at the girl, although it was just so wide that she happened to look as if she were somewhat mentally deranged. kassidy's frizzy hair didn't help with this problem, either. nor did the slightly eccentric look in her eyes, or the fact that she had been poking plants.

kassidy thought these things were just minor inconveniences.

and then, suddenly, kassidy heard a sound. it sounded like a people sound, but it also could have been an animal sound. she wasn't quite sure. it was difficult to see over all of those stupid strawberry plants.

"hey, can you like, lift me up? i think i heard something, but i can't see over all of these plants and i don't think standing on my tippy toes would do anything."

for kassidy, this was a completely normal way to have a conversation with a stranger.

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I want to feel in photographs. Every picture I'm gonna burn or every smile was a lesson learned. I wanna say, "Break down, all on me." I'm gonna figure this out but I don't know how. Break down, all on me. I wanna run until I get out. You'll be the reason I'll be uneven, you've got me on the edge to jump for you. You'll be my fire, call me a liar. We'll make mistakes the way we always do. And now I'm starting every sentence with an apology. What's your reason for leaving now? Is it too late to follow you out? I wanna say, "Break down, all on me." I'm gonna figure this out but I don't know how. Break down, all on me. I don't wanna be selfish but would it kill you to be a little more precise, more polite when you speak? You'll be the reason I'll be uneven, you've got me on the edge to jump for you. You'll be my fire, call me a liar. We'll make mistakes the way we always do.

kassidy grins at the girl - night - still a little too wide and starts to climb onto her shoulder. "i'm kassidy," she says once she's safely perched on night's shoulder. "but sometimes people call me sid. and one time this guy called be kass, but he's an asshole and still lives in london as far as i'm concerned." she tries to widen her smile even more at this, but her cheeks have started to hurt and her eyes are starting to water so she decides to take a break from the crazy smiling for now.

after a bit of peering around, it seems as if kassidy can't see anyone. or anything, so maybe it wasn't a living thing noise but a wind noise, although kassidy can't be sure. but then - yes! - she sees someone. except they turn out to be some stray dog or something and hey, how did that thing even cross the border into camp? can animals cross the border into camp? do they need to be with a person? all of this 'border into camp' stuff is getting highly confusing.

but then - yes, this is it! - she sees a girl with dark hair. who is decidedly not a stray dog, nor does she resemble a stray dog in any way, kassidy feels she should add. she doesn't seem to be all that happy, so kassidy grins her way too wide grin - hey, stop doing that! it hurts! - at her and waving wildly, except that makes her feel like she might fall and then, oh, shit, down she goes.

kassidy has never fully appreciated how hard frozen dirt is. in short, frozen dirt feels very, very hard. like bricks. which kassidy should know, because she's walked into a number of brick walls before. and trees, too, which aren't much better but are probably much worse, because trees also give you splinters and don't those things just suck? like, who even wants to spend all that time with a pair of tweezers over a bathroom sink?

anyways, dirt. dirt. kassidy doesn't much like dirt, except dirt kind of helps keep people alive because without dirt there wouldn't be any plants and where would people be? dead, obviously, and without things to poke to test if they had magical abilities. because obviously the only way to make sure a plant is magical or not is to poke it. she's done lots of research on the topic. kassidy considers herself somewhat of an expert in the subject, not to brag or anything.

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I want to feel in photographs. Every picture I'm gonna burn or every smile was a lesson learned. I wanna say, "Break down, all on me." I'm gonna figure this out but I don't know how. Break down, all on me. I wanna run until I get out. You'll be the reason I'll be uneven, you've got me on the edge to jump for you. You'll be my fire, call me a liar. We'll make mistakes the way we always do. And now I'm starting every sentence with an apology. What's your reason for leaving now? Is it too late to follow you out? I wanna say, "Break down, all on me." I'm gonna figure this out but I don't know how. Break down, all on me. I don't wanna be selfish but would it kill you to be a little more precise, more polite when you speak? You'll be the reason I'll be uneven, you've got me on the edge to jump for you. You'll be my fire, call me a liar. We'll make mistakes the way we always do.

with a giggle, kassidy takes night's hand. "sorry!" she giggles, brushing some dirt off of her shit - hey, that rhymes! - before turning her attention to the girl who she had seen before except woah, there's someone else! cool! she grins at them and waves somewhat maniacally before saying, "we weren't looking for strawberries! i just heard sounds and i couldn't see over the strawberry plants." but then she realizes that she said there are actually strawberries on the plants and she kind of gawks a bit before immediately crouching down and grabbing a handful and totally stuffing her face, but elegantly, because she lived in england and therefore knows how to elegantly stuff her face with strawberries.

she's about to open her mouth to introduce herself but then strawberries, right? so she can't because fricking strawberries man and jesus christ they've got some kind of magical ability because they taste so good she could just like, die, or something.

the thing is, kassidy wants to eat more of these heavenly strawberries, but she also wants to make some comment about the heavenly strawberries and how she was wrong because the plants have the magical ability to make amazing strawberries, but she also wants to introduce herself. so instead she settles for, "i'm kassidy and i think my mom's asteria or something? i dunno but people sometimes call me sid but never kass and i totally misjudged these strawberry plants because they are so magical," and then proceeds to continue to elegantly stuff her face with strawberries.

then, after swallowing the strawberries, she gives one of her manic smiles. just for good measure. because it's always nice to make a good impression, and smiling makes good impressions. or something. kassidy isn't sure, but she thinks she saw something like that somewhere. maybe. there is a possibility she came up with that by herself.

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