"GRILLED CHEESES!!!" I scream and charge towards the main building. "Damn, she's dramatic." a girl in my cabin says to her friend. The friend responds, "Wasn't that
girl one of the children at the mosque in Torn Between Cultures?" "I think so." another girl pipes up. They recognized me? I think. Whaaaaat?
I rapidly eat three grilled cheeses and then finally settle down, eating a fourth slowly and not having a fifth. Stopping myself from getting closer to the kitchen, I try to start conversation with a counsellor- because I'm not here to make friends- and keep myself distracted that way. Ariana tells me about her childhood, and I resign myself to listening and NOT EATING. I wish I could just go eat another. I think. But it's not smart to overeat, Skye!!!!!!
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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...
