"WHAT?" Maggie Warren shrieked when her parents told her what her plans for the weekend would be: a solitary cabin, in a solitary forest, somewhere in solitary eastern California. Even worse than that, her only companion would be, none other than, Collin Morring. Stuck-up, rude, arrogant Collin Morring.
Maggie's opinions of Collin had no effect on her parent's decision however. They still thought they should make friends.
"Liam and Brianne have been friends of ours for years, and you've made no effort whatsoever in being amicable towards Collin," Maggie's father, Brian, retorted regarding Collin's parents.
"Evan and Joshua have always gotten along, yet you and Collin have always seem to butt heads," her mother, Susan, joined in.
"That's not fair, Mom. Josh likes everyone, and Evan is nothing like his older brother." Maggie argued. She'd always wished she could be like her 10 year old brother, Josh, always carefree and never judging anyone, just taking life how it is.
"Your mother and I have spoken to Liam and Brianne, and we think it's a great way for you and Collin to sort through your differences and make peace," Brian continued, ignoring his daughter's death stare.
"I'm not going," Maggie persisted. She didn't see the point in this trip. She didn't believe it would solve anything.
"If you think that you're going to that music camp next month, yes, young lady, you most certainly are going," her mother warned.
Maggie gave up then. "that music camp" was non other than Hayward-LA Summer Music Camp, a prestigious camp for kids like her who want to write, play, and perform music. It was a great opportunity and the camp was very difficult to get in to. But, Maggie did. It was last year she was able to audition, being a senior in the fall, so anything that would stop her from going she would avoid at all costs.
"When are we leaving?" Maggie sighed, defeated.
"Around one," her father answered.
Maggie slid her phone out of her pocket and checked the time -- ten-thirty eight. Time to start packing. She stood up from the breakfast table and placed her plate in the sink, and jogged upstairs in search of her duffel bag.
She plugged her phone into the docking station to listen to music as she prepared for the dreaded weekend to come. That's something that always helped her calm down, music.
Humming along to one of her favorite songs, "Love" by Matt White, Maggie took a look at her pale brown guitar on its stand in the corner of her bedroom.
Why not?Maggie thought, slipping the guitar into its case and putting it on her bed. Turning around, Maggie shook her long, dark brown hair from her face and looked in the mirror, deciding her jean shorts and floral tank top was fine to wear, it was Collin, she wasn't trying to impress anyone.
The music continued to play,
What is love, what is love
All I want is to be loved.
Maggie thought about this certain lyric a lot. Is that all she wanted, to be loved? Is that why she's always been so distant and shy and bitter, because she's been searching for love, but afraid of falling in it?
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