Tilda shrank back in disappointment. I felt my jaw drop open. How dare he yell at a child like that. I stepped in front of Tilda without realizing it... and put my hands on my hips. ‘That is no way to talk to her, Cien Fraser. You appoligize to that child. All she did was take a bath and I cut her hair to a more respectable length.’ I took a step forward and began shaking my finger at him. ‘She’s just a child and you have no right to yell at her like that. It was my idea, and if you need someone. ‘Big brother! I have the book from that library you requested!’ ‘Drat!’ Chris cringed, standing back and turned to the smaller boy with thick, square rimmed glasses. The boy had spiky black hair with a slight case of acne on his sunburnt face. His eyes were the same color as Chris. He carried a thick book under his scrawny arm. The title was called, ‘The Life of Vermeer.’ ‘Hello, McKenzie. The library wasn’t as limited as I thought. I suppose this camp does have sponsors. Will you be joining. Irillith had to dodge another shot from the second sentinel, scrambling to safety as a deep boom echoed around the Cyber-realm. The probe chimed in triumph and the wall flickered for a second before dissipating, letting her dart across the platform towards the final data path.Irillith renewed her frantic escape, running as fast as she could towards the starting platform. The firewall had reformed and now blocked her exit from the network, forcing Irillith to summon another logic probe to. I'll spend the festival alone." I panic.Before my train of though finish I notice she's standing over me. "Hey, are you going to the festival too? I'm Jenny by the way. We'd like a man we know so we don't get harassed at the camping area. Why don't you sit next to us and we can plan where we'll raise our tents together", she smirks. "Yeah..." is all I'm able to respond with."Seems like you already raised your tent, hihihi", she looks at my groin. SHE KNOWS. "I'll give you a minute to calm down.