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Identity

 

            
             Experiences of my own and of my friends have always helped me make decisions in my life. A friend of mine experienced an incident that has greatly affected my view of people that I don't know as well as my good friends. Now it is very hard to trust others because of this story.
             Stacey had been sitting in the dark, cold room for hours. She could feel the rope rubbing against her wrists and the blindfold felt like it had given her minimal circulation in her head at this point. It had been another long day, waiting for someone to find her. Scared and confused, Stacey had been sitting in a little corner for what seemed like to be three or four days since she had awakened. .
             She could remember what had happened so clearly, she could have reenacted the whole incident just as it had taken place. She kept wondering why this had happened to her, and if anyone was ever going to find her. "Why me?" is what she kept thinking. .
             A few months back, Stacey had been walking around through the woods near the beach in California with her friend April. After walking around for a good hour, the two stumbled upon a small cliff that overlooked the ocean and the beach below. It had the most beautiful view of the horizon that looked like it went on forever. They both knew that this was obviously a secluded beach for there was no trace of any people anywhere. .
             April thought it would be fun to name this secret place, since they both knew they would be returning back to this beautiful place. Together, the two thought of many names, but both just had to agree on Focus Point because they knew this area would be a great place to relax and think to themselves or with each other. For the next couple of weeks the two friends went to Focus Point whenever they needed to get away from other people and be by themselves, or just to hang out together. .
             After talking it over, they decided they wanted to have a little camping trip at their special place.


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