Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27888435-20160706175642/@comment-30167055-20160803180808

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Camera had always been a light sleeper, she was clueless to why she had awoken quite long after the others. She scanned the room she woke up in, silently questioning how she got in there. The room was full of small children, as a people watcher she was suddenly struck by the fact that everyone seemed so familiar.

Knowing her signature bun was likely destroyed by the sleep she didn't remember, she pulled both small arms above her tiny head to fix it. She felt around in the air above her and noticed that it wasn't there, she allowed her hands to run down the back of her neck, all she felt was her favorite hairstyle...from six years ago.

Xandra finally acknowledged her shrunken hands and arms, the lacking of her new style and return of the old one. She hated being young and helpless, a shocked expression creeped over her face, she could no longer hold back the scream of terror that was crawling it's way up her throat.

So, she let it out.

After doing so she silently stepped back into a corner, she didn't want to be seen by he surrounding people.