The first thing this dwarf guy started doing was barking orders. He pointed at a girl off to the side, and told me to help her to a log, which I did, and by that time he had already gotten the other two kids there.

After we were all sitting the dwarf introduced himself, "I'm Colin," He said, "And it looks like, number one; we are all lost together in an unknown wilderness. And number two, I am clearly the oldest."

"How old?" I asked.

Colin gave me a knowing glance, which just made me angrier at him, then answered, "I'm in my thirties, that's all you need to know."

I smirked, this guy was old and he knew it, but then he kept talking, "How old are you?" Colin asked.

Are you fucking shitting me right now? I thought, why does it matter how old I am? How old do I fucking look, I'm wearing a spiderman onsie for shits sake! Then the girl sitting next to me answered and I remembered that Colin had already asked me that question, "nineteen," She said.

"What is your name?" Colin asked.

"Samantha." The girl said pointedly.

Colin asked her another question, "And tell me what your strengths are."

Samantha cleared her throat and kept staring straight ahead, "I'm blind," She said.

Colin nodded, and leaned forward, putting his hands on his thighs as he did, a dwarf's equivalent of squatting, "I can see that," He said, "But I asked what your strengths were, not what your ailment was."

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The forest was quiet for a minute while everyone processed what Colin had said. A bird chirped somewhere and all at once we all realized that we didn’t have any strengths, we had always defined ourselves by our disabilities.

"I... " Started Samantha, "I can sow a little, but I don't see how that's helpful."

"Oh no," Colin started, "No, no, no, that will be plenty helpful, if you can sow blind, that means you have a great sense of touch, which we'll probably be needing."

I could tell he was lying.

On the other side of Samantha was a little boy with a cleft-lip. Meaning the front of his top lip stretched up making his entire face look horridly lopsided. When Colin turned to him he just stared blankly. Colin appeared to think for a minute then leaned forward and spoke quite loudly, "How old are you?" He asked, yelling.

The boy Nodded, then responded quietly, "Fourteen."

Colin leaned in once again, "Wat is your name?" Knowing this author, the yelling will probably attract everything dangerous within ten miles from us.

"Adrian." The boy responded.

Colin apparently thought better of asking him what his skills were, and moved on to the next, and last kid. It was a girl, she looked fine from the waist up, but Colin had had me pick her up and sit her on the log, so everyone already knew she couldn’t move her legs.

"What is your name?" Colin asked.

"Percilla," The girl replied, "Percilla davidson."

Colin nodded, "How old are you?"

"Sixteen."

Wow, fuck you author. Two people of the same age and opposite gender just happen to be in the same situation together? I don’t fucking think so.

Colin asked once again, "And what can you do?"

Percilla thought for a minute, "I have strong arms, because of having to drive my wheelchair everywhere."

"Alright," Colin said, standing up, "Good, now that I know your strength's and your weaknesses, I can plan a way to get off this stinking mountain."