Leaving the cabin was not only important for her to live in and thus understand literature instead of just reading it in reverie, but to understand why her father chose to leave. So, she was beholden to him for his decamping... departure... whatever gracious word her tutor gave it when talking to her couch-ridden mother. It had really inspired her. Cara liked feeling inspired. She had felt inspired by every winsomely depicted Harry Potter novel; with every bright coloured bird that flew by her window in the morning because oh how they were so rare, watching old films where macilent kids with soot on their hats jump onto trains; the first philosophical book of life she read five years prior called 'Sophie's world' and even all the Matrix films despite every time after watching them waking up with her head on her mother's lap misrecollected of the events of the plot.
Lucky for her, a summer camp was advertised by an international American school in a state she had not even heard of but the whole concept was unwonted enough to appeal to her. It was supposed to be an informal seminar to the actual school; an introduction of sorts which Cara saw as propaganda to a conceivably meagre school thus looking for drastic measures to leer people in, which is why she assumed it accepted people pretty much nationwide. Nonetheless, Cara didn't mind and had only signed up herself because of the lake activities and such listed. She had no clear where her confidence had came from but it was the mysterious sounding experience which deeply intrigued her, for example something she was definitely not used to was a whole different country with no friends or relatives. A country she had been forced to studied it's history for hours on end every week and Cara had signed up on a laptop in the library after her mother's begrudging approval to step foot in it. It was like like a fictional moment where the prepossessing protagonist begins their adventure, notwithstanding Cara had actually searched 'summer camps literally anywhere' into the search engine of a public computer at the library instead of unanticipatedly being transported there in a boat in the middle of the night with coercion from a wizard and magical sleeping pills.
She also knew she'd be arriving as someone who was simultaneously living in a generation preceding to peers of her age -which she did not hate as such- and she wanted to ensure this was the right choice of lifestyle she desired to continue living in solitude by countering off other ways of living. For Cara, life was a process of elimination to reach the ultimate goal of happiness that characters felt at the end of books ninety nine percent of the time and she did not want to only find that or hunt and forage for it at an age like her father's where she will have to be selfish to achieve it. Perhaps she was already being selfish Cara reminded herself that teenagers are supposed to be and she had looked after everything surrounding her accordingly to discourage any entropy and had already done the environs of her little world a solid. Cara had made her mother laugh. She had tied her father's buttons up before his way to work when he still lived with them. She had cut pieces of baguette slices for her mother during the day as a pastime and shared her dried pineapple with her tutor every time they played chess, as well as partake in all the village communal sports.
Truthfully the stay plus the travel to get there was costly but her father had left her in particular a sum of money for university plus "general life" he said. The amount he had given her was adequate for it plus her mother -who was still in search of a decent job- had not Cara her keep all of it and certainly not bring all of her shares with her on the trip. Cara explained she had no desire at all to go this school or any school currently for that matter as such, but summer holidays to her without her ceaseless private tutor which came along with frequent mathematical puzzles at her Lilliputian tawny study table... plus the discussions of physics and in particular quantum physics over dinner without the presence of her father for them which had once absorbed the mind completely was unboreable. It was like she had lost her vital weapon; a mind of buzzing bees all fighting to combat every ounce of boredom she was doomed to have which this feeling had once instead grew later at night after avoiding it all day so she couldn't sleep.
Cara had read articles about summer camp, not on her mobile phone because she did not have one but on old leaphlets from the library she had picked up and so she wondered if now they were different than ones described in these seemingly old leaflets. In television they seemed unexpectedly venturesome and intrepid. She longed for that fantasy where she would have to be faced with a situation and have to be plucky like the Three Mascateers or the characters from Scoobydoo - but without the macho part - and face a large climax, before combatting it.
Cara sat on her umber case filled with floral dresses and newly bought sunglasses and stared profusely at the clock.
