Bringing down the house (Fred)

Cynthia seemed to walk it also. Carrying pretty much everything in her bags. "Am I interrupting? So no welcome back hug for Cynthia Eve?"She asked and blew a few strands of her new blonde hair out of her face and looked at them. She then remembered it was her birthday yesterday. She was now sixteen. She now hoped people would forget now. Cynthia put her stuff down and sighed."If I did interrupt something. I'm not leaving yet."Cynthia said."I think my Aunt packed my whole room in my bag." She started to gaze through it."Besides this is my cabin too."She said.

The added intrusion of Cynthia made Dominic's problem even more difficult to ask of. He sighed and slung his guitar over his shoulder.
'Lets call it a day. I'll see you later Fred. I'm going for a walk.' Dominic before storming out of the cabin.

Why am iAlways like this? She thought to herself.in exasperation and left quietly. Of course she never meant to do anything. She felt a little hurt and regected. Time for another fit at the beach.

"Everyone here is so damn sensitive."She growled and she though looked a little sick. Her head look sweaty and she had a cough. She coughed and held onto the bag and sniffled. She put her hair into a ponytail and was trying to cool herself off. She coughed again.

"Diny look at me hen ah havny a clue whits goin on." Fred shruged then preformed a punchline on the drum.