"Anna, are you ready?" Mom asks. "Ready as I'll ever be to be alone all summer." I answer, my hands shaking. As much as I'd like to say excitement is my only emotion when it comes to arts camp, I'm scared too.
"Oh, be quiet. You sleep at your friend's house all the time." Mom says. "Until she moved." I mumble. "Make friends, have fun, work on your vocals. It'll be great!" Mom answers. I just nod numbly.
Naomi pops her head out of her room. "Love ya, sis. Bye." she says, and before I can answer she moves her head out of the doorway and shuts the door. Typical Naomi.
I take my bags and head into the car. My dad turns the Bluetooth on and plays some 90s playlist and I try and tune it out by singing "positions". "Heaven sent you to me. I'm just hoping I don't repeat history. Boy I'm tryna meet your mama on a Sunday...cooking in the kitchen then I'm in the bedroom, I'm in the Olympics way I'm jumping through hoops..." I sing quietly so Dad doesn't hear.
On the bus, I continue singing quietly, my AirPods in as I hum the lyrics. I'm playing Wordscapes on my phone as I sing.
YOU ARE READING
At The Art Camp
RandomAnna. Hailey. Ciara. Skye. Four girls. Different talents. Anna loves to sing. She dreams of being a pop-star. Hailey likes to draw. It's her dream to see one of her drawings in an art museum or gallery. Ciara loves painting. She wants to become a...
