Bunny

Full Name: Bunny __** ELIMINATED **__ From: Bellewood, Kentucky (population: 338 people) Gender: Female Ethnicity: Sicilian, Irish, and German. Traits (Appearance): Big mint green eyes, long thick eyelashes. Her chocolaty brown eyebrows curved perfectly to the shape of her eyes. Naturally, from working on her family farm so much she has golden tanned skin with freckles scattered across the bridge of her nose, and her cheeks. Her sun kissed blonde hair is dreaded, and falls down to the middle of her bellybutton. She hangs feathers and beads, from her dreadlocks. She slides rings onto some of the dreadlocks. Clipped to the end of her very favorite dreadlock, she has a black sharpie fastened by a safety pin. She's 5'5 and 125 lbs. Julia is 17. Her clothes always resemble her free spirit. Reason for coming to the park: received a free ticket in the mail, she thought it would be a good opportunity because she has never left Kentucky. Brief History: Bunny lives with her mom, dad, and her little brother in a trailer dressed with colorful cloth, almost in the shape of a tent. Her little brother is 15 and isn't doing very well in school. After his grandfather passed away he shut down, Bunny, her mother and father have tried to send Alex to get help but he refuses. Down the road, Bunny's grandfather bought a section of land 8 years ago, but passed away 3 years ago. Since than, Bunny's family works on the farm to maintain it, although it is still under the grandfathers name. Anything else (optional): Bunny's real name is Julia but when she was 9, her grandfather started taking her to the farm every sunday, and they would watch the bunny's in the field. When he died 2 years later, she asked if for her birthday, she could change her name to Bunny.

=DAY ONE= I never thought a little piece of paper could bring out so many emotions. My brother is in his room "not crying". My dad is trying to calm down my mom while she is laterally having a panic attack. I'm even full of emotions. Can you blame me? I've never been on a plane, or away from my family- but what kills me the most is leaving the farm. It's not even a nice farm to be honest. It's actually really shitty. The barn is falling apart. We only have a few animals so it's hardly even a farm but I don't care. That farm feels more like a home than our trailer does. I remember when I was little I used to sneak out of the house with a few blankets and pillows and run down the road to the barn. I would squeeze my body through the little crack near the left side of the barn and make camp. The first time I ran away my parents called the police, they found me of course-but I didn't care. I didn't run away because I "hated my life" or anything like that. I just genuinely liked the barn better. I think I liked how quiet it was, with the exception of the crickets. When my parents would find me they would grab the blankets off the ground a brush the hay off of them. My mom always said the same thing to me every time she found me in the barn. "JULIA." She would say, "DO YOU WANT YOUR BED FULL OF HAY?" Being the smart ass I was, I would reply "Oh yes mommy, I love hay." Not long after my mom yelled at me, my grandpa would come out to the farm and invite me to sleepover in the farm house. My mom always refused, and then gave in. That was probably one of the best memories I've had with my grandpa. He was my hero. A tear ran down my face and I snapped back to reality. I was standing at the front door with two bags in my hand. My brother came up and hugged me for a long time. He just kept squeezing me. "Bunny" he whispered "Pl-" He stopped talking about let go of me. "Uh, i'll text you" I laughed and looked over at my parents. My mom's face was hidden in my dad’s shoulder. I went up to my mom and lifted her chin. "Mom, I have my phone. You do have your phone right?" keeping her eyes on the ground, she nodded. "Good, so you can call me whenever." I wrapped my arms around both my parents to say my last goodbye. "I'll be home soon guys, I promise" I opened up the door and walked over to my car. "I love you!" =** DAY 2 **=

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So far I learned two things on this trip, one- I hate airports. two- I hate airports and three- airports are demonic. I hate them. People are so pushy and always in a rush there. Plus, the place is filled with people in suits. I promised myself when I was 6 that I would never wear a suit. They're so boxy and boring. The airplane ride its self was a'ight. They gave me peanuts and some ginger ale which i was not expecting. I guess you could say I really appreciate the little things. Once I got off the plane, I followed the signs to the baggage claim got my bags and hailed a cab. It was pretty nice out, a little colder then Kentucky but not bad. Once I got in the cab I took out the little card and showed him the address. The cab driver looked at me with a confused expression, he said "are you sure?" I got nervous but didn't bother asking what he meant. He wasn't English to maybe he was just confused. "Yes." Once we pulled up to the park the little kid in me came out. I handed him the money I owed, and ran to the trunk and got out my bags. I slammed the trunk closed and ran to the park. I walked up to the window and looking inside the booth to see if anyone could loan me a key for a locker. No way in hell was I going to carry these bags around. "Hello?" The booth answered back, "Hel-Oh" I was taken back. "Uh, hi. Can i please have a locker?" "That will be twelve dol-ers. Thank-you." I slipped the money through the window and in return, a sliver key appeared. Okay, that was awkward I think... whatever. I put my bags into the locker walked to the first roller coaster I saw. The leech. I laughed. That was the weirdest name I've ever heard.===== = DAY 3 = DAY 4

Damn, they have some creepy decorations around this park. I tried to find someone and ask them about the old shack I found, I mean I don't know if they even knew

about it. It was gross and it really looked like it wasn't supposed to be there. But anyway, I couldn't find anyone to tell. The whole park seemed really deserted. Yeah,

it looked pretty empty when I got there, but it looked worse now. I know I shouldn't be thinking this way because I'm probably only scaring myself or whatever but I

really feel like some people went missing. Maybe if I make some friends; this park will look a little better. Oh god, that means I have to socialize, with other

people. Nope I wasn't feelin that idea. Everyone here looks really nice and everything- well except for that old Italian guy that looks like Mr. Crabs, and that asian girl-

she looks like she just walked off the set of The Shining. Smiling makes you look friendly right? Yup I'm screwed :) DAY 5 I woke up in the barn again. What the hell.. I woke up with ash all around me, and the smell of burnt hair. It was dark in the barn, but it was light enough so i could find the door to the way out. I stepped outside onto the cool grass with my bare feet. Suddenly, everything went white. All I saw was a distant little house, it wasnt quite clear whose house it was until it got closer. It was my grandpas old house that he used to tell me about. I always dreamed about living in that house when I was older, but I had never seen it- until now.

DAY 6 I'm dead. It just occured to me that im dead, and that my family will never see me again. I've also figured out that I can't leave this "dream house". I dont know why, but everytime I try to walk outside I end up in the barn. I can't go anywhere else, but all I want to do is see my family. I can see our little trailer from here- I just keep praying that they walk outside, any of them. I'm lonely. Well I was lonely, until I heard a knock at my door. I walked over to the door and opened it slowly. I was in shock. It was my grandfather