Keira Winston
Golden State of Mind
Paris sat back down. She would sense danger when there was, but this doesn't seem much like a threat. If we was going to hide, at least stay behind the tree. If he was going to attack, she would fight. Paris was hungry, but crackers and apples wouldn't fill her appetite. A parachute fell down in her hands with fresh grilled meat. "Perfect," she said to herself. Paris opened it up. She read the note from her mentor, "Keep up with the couple act, we're losing sponsors." She slipped the note into her pocket hoping that Harvest wouldn't see. "I got fresh meat, want some?"