A Love Beyond My Wildest Dreams

Chapter Three

Days passed and the sun shone bright every day. I still remember the beads of sweat dripping down my forehead.

I remember this one day at camp was especially hard. Dylan was over his curious phase and he had just started a new one.

Our first activity of the day was an art project. We painted these squared with different designs. Dylan and his crew were unbearably obnoxious. They refused to do the art project. Instead they ran around everywhere screaming "HEY I JUST MET YOU AND THIS CRAZY, HERE'S MY NUMBER SO CALL ME MAYBE."

They made me want to plug my ears for the rest of my existence. Few people understand the level of annoyance Dylan got to. Let's just say he wasn't a very good singer. And hearing his constant solos wasn't the most entertaining activity. It most certainly wasn't pleasant. Especially hearing him sing PARTY ROCK IS IN THE HOUSE TONIGHT and seeing him shuffle and run like a baboon when we were supposed to be painting.

The day dragged on with many more of Dylan's solos. Kat was being weird. I was just starting to get to know her but I could tell there was something wrong. By now we had made more friends: Brittany and Lamaya. But Britt and Kat were getting closer. And it made me feel like I didn't belong. They had so much in common and i didn't coincide with anything. I was the third wheel.

The last activity of the day was free time. This meant that we could play anything. Those scooters that you could sit on and roll around in were out so I sat one one. Dylan at that time had been really into soccer.

He saw me sitting on that scooter my eyes sparkling with tears. He saw my body hunched into a tiny little ball. He saw my lips pursed into a thin line. He saw it. I know he did. Or maybe he saw himself. Maybe he saw his own facial expression on my face from the day before when I had told him to leave me alone.

I had definitely not realized it then, but maybe he saw his own pain on my face and it motivated him to kick the ball. To anyone else it looked like he saw it as a free kick in the middle of a game. He aimed straight for my stomach, which is exactly where the ball landed.