That One Summer

Chapter 4 (Edited)

Chapter 4

Kailah's POV

Halting in my tracks, a good few meters away from my best friend and the prison convict, I loosened my grip on my suitcase and let the cool summer breeze whip my hair around my face, easing off my anger.

I inhaled a big whiff of air and my nostrils liked what they sucked. The country side really is the best.

Try inhaling city gas contaminated with smoke, jock sweat, teenage hormones and deadly perfume in school for torturous years and tell me if you don't agree.

I always loved coming here and I won't let anyone ruin that now.

"Hey, Purps! What are you standing around there for? We're gonna be left behind if we don't hurry and catch up!" I heard Kim's voice from behind me. I turned around and I saw her waving her hands frantically with a sly grin, probably laughing on the inside about the weird meditation-like thing I just did before she interrupted. What a friend. Don't you just love her?

Sighing, I started walking back to where she was and noticed that something was missing.

"Where's the prison convict offering to carry our luggages in hopes of stealing it as his ulterior motive?"

Kim rolled her eyes. "Purple, first..he's not a prison convict and you know his name, it's Nick-" She wearily scolded. "And he's off with the others with my suitcases which is very sweet of him. If only you let him carry yours too." Kim sighed dreamily.

"Prison convict, Nick...Same difference. What happened to 'Mr. Hottie'? Forgotten and tossed aside like yesterday's trash? Poor guy." I dramatically said, using air quotes at the mention of our facilitator.

Kim gave me a pointed look which I returned with an amused grin. "Anyway..as I was saying, Nick and the others are walking off already so if we don't start sprinting, we'll lose them or...you can just stay here and camp out in the wilderness to reach out to your inner freaky."

I gave her a dry look when she started laughing and Kim quickly sobered up.

"Really, Purps. If we don't literally start racing for our lives, we'll be left behind and I don't know about you but I'd rather sleep on a comfy bed without bugs threatening to crawl up my butt."

She pointed her finger to her right, and true to her words, the others were already far, led by Mr. Brendon, enough that we need to sprint like our life depended on it (Which isn't far from the truth) to be able to catch up.

A graphic image of bugs unknown to mankind crawling up holes on my body I'd rather not enumerate flashed in my head.

"Geez, Purps! I love you to death, but you really should close that mouth, a fly might decide to make that its new humble abode. Let's g- Ow!" I was broken out of my thoughts halfway her rant and flicked her forehead when I realized what she said. That ought to shut her up. Hahaha!

"No need to be violent! I was just trying to warn you about the dangers of swallowing those winged abominations which undoubtedly rested on sh*t and you pay me by inflicting pain! You should consider signing up in an angry asylum!" My best friend mocked while yanking my wrist and sprinting, with me being dragged to catch up with the group. Imagine that but with me carrying my suitcase.

"Don't worry Nurps, I'm only violent when I'm with you. That's how much I love you, my Nurple!" I mocked back chuckling when she clicked her tongue at me.

We eventually got to the group and decided to stay at the back of the line. WRONG MOVE, again.

Releasing an inaudible sigh, I braced myself.