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Spending my whole summer at camp isn't what I had planned this year.
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[part one]
we're standing in my driveway saying our last goodbyes.
aria: 'I can't believe you're gonna be gone the entire summer! can't you at least try to get out of it? plus, you'd rather spend it with me'
aria, my best friend since preschool.

'i know-but you know my mom. but don't worry we can still face time every night just like always.' I reassure her.

aria: 'promise?' she gives me a serious look.

'Promise.' I pull her into one last hug before she gets in her car and drives off.

I watch her car flow down the road until she's out of view.
all of a sudden rain stings my hair, 'i guess that's my cue to head inside.'

The house is quiet because my parents are at work and my brother is away at school.

Perfect.
I turn on some music and swiftly walk upstairs to my room.

[i imagined 'raspberry jam' by allah-las playing during this bit so if ya wanna go listen to that while reading this. luv you xx]

^Erica's room teehee

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^Erica's room teehee

i let out a hug sigh as i hit my soft mattress. its just two months... oh who am i kidding its two months! and I'm spending it with random strangers. great...
i glance over at my grey suitcase that lays at the bottom of my closet, yet another thing I've been procrastinating. 
gradually i sit myself up and begin packing. I only do it because i know my mother will beat my ass if I haven't by the time she gets back.
i sort my clothes and items into piles to make sure i have everything.
'ah! that's what i forgot.' i run to the bathroom. 'my toothbrush!' with that i sit down on my suitcase and attempt to squeeze everything inside.  

[time skip because we don't want to talk about dining w mom and dad that's awkward just no.]

'night.' i quickly make sure my stuff is ready before i get into my bed and drift off,
hoping to escape tomorrow.

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word count: 343 oop-

kay that's all peeps. um, nope. never using that word again. anyways, first part done for now yay! let me know how bad this sucked. ;)
p.s. i wrote this during online school because I am bored out of my shit. did i check for spelling errors... no no, thats for mr campbell. peace.
toodles,
emms

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