The Escape Artist

Hey so this is my new story that I've had in my head since Wednesday, the fourth of May. A motivational speaker came to my school and talked to us about getting paid to breath. It's a metaphor for getting paid to do your passion. His passion was escaping from things and danger and it was really quite fun. I enjoyed the performance quite a bit and so I put in words with minor (major) changes to what really happened. The performance is really all that happened in reality.

Oh man, that was long... Oops. xD Well, COMMENT, VOTE, FAN please, or this story will be deleted.

Chapter One::

Elissa's POV

Chapter One:

“I can’t believe you’re leaving me for Spring break. Ugh, you hate me.” Camilla says dramatically.

“Oh my god, Cam, I love you. My parents are just taking us camping. It’s nothing really. You can come next time.” I say back, struggling to lift my suitcase and handle my phone. I pass my suitcase wordlessly to my dad, who takes it out to the car.

“But Elly...” Cam whined. “That’s all the way in the summer!”

“I know, I know. But seriously, this is a family only thing. Next time, I swear.”

“Fine.”

“I gotta go now, okay?”

“Bye.”

“I’ll text you when I get there, bye.”

I pushed my phone back in my jeans pocket, running out the door and throwing myself in the car. Not literally. I sit in the back seat, all by myself. My parents are in the front seat and are happily driving along, saying how happy they are to be out of work. I smile as we drive for what feels like hours. We finally reach the campsite and start setting up.

We’re here camping with my aunt and uncle, who own two RV’s. So, they get one and we get one. We came a little unprepared. I head into our RV and call top bunk. I throw my suitcase on it and tell my parents and brother that I’m going to go check out the gift-shop. For Cam, of course.

Cam is my best friend and has been since grade nine. She’s about my height and has dark blonde hair. Her eyes are an extremely pretty shade of grey-blue. She’s slim and curvy, like me. But she has less pronounced curves. She’s got an amazing family with an older sister and her parents. Unlike her, I have brown hair. My hair is really wavy and my eyes are blue.

I walk down to the gift shop, which is a bit of a long walk. I enter to see that it’s part nature house, part gift shop. I take a quick look around the nature house. It was pretty interesting, considering all the stuffed eagles and raccoons and otters. I walk into the gift shop to see that the guy standing at the counter looks to be in pain. I shrug it off, I don’t know him, and continue looking around.

There’s everything Cam could want here. Bracelets, earrings, necklaces and her favourite thing in the world, stuffed animals. I’m looking for her favourite animal (an otter) when I hear someone approaching. I turn to see the man who was at the counter, holding some paper-towel wrapped ice to his shoulder. He has dark brown hair that falls messily onto his forehead. His eyes are greyish-green and are kind of extremely mesmerising.

“What are you buying?” He asks in a deep voice.

“Oh, just a gift for my friend. I’m on vacation and she’s not so I thought I’d buy her something.” I say rather shyly. I have a thing about talking to strangers.

“Your poor friend. If you’re buying jewellery, I recommend the necklaces. Everything else is cheap and breaks easily.”

“Thank you. I was gunna get her a bracelet and a stuffed animal.”