Good Luck Anna

Five Years Ago

"Hello, is this Anna Thomson?"

"Yeah, who is this?"

"This is Fiona from the royal hospital, Alexander has just been admitted to us and we need you to get down here as soon as possible"

"Oh god, no"

Five Years Ago

"C'mon mum pick up the damn phone" I claw the skin at my nails as it goes to voicemail again. I let out an exasperated grunt slamming the phone down and stomping out of the social room.

I didn't even want to come to this stupid camp, I only agreed because Mike begged me to insisting that we would have an action-packed summer.

Instead he has spent the entire time with his tongue down Erika's throat. I want to go home or at least join mum and Alex for whatever is left of their road trip but no one will pick up the fucking phone.

Stomping my way down to the lake, huffing as I throw myself down on the stones. This summer has been shit I wish I had just gone with mum; she had been reluctant to let me come to this hell hole, but my stupid dad convinced her. The one time he actually tried to parent me and it was to send me here. Ugh he is the worst.

Resting my chin on my knees I watch the water gently ripple toward me. This camp is full of super smart or super dumb people and the longer I spend here I realize that this is just a camp for rich kids whose parents don't want to spend time with them but mine does, well my mum does anyway and Alex seemed quite put off that he must suffer the annual beach holiday alone.

We are both city lovers but mum has a such a deep connection to the ocean we are always forced into some European small town beach holiday.

If I have heard "It's where the locals go" once I have heard it a thousand times but I do love the way her face transforms when that water washes around her it's like she belongs there, almost like she was a mermaid in a past life.

I love my mum more than anything but she has already started the "what do you want do once you leave school" chat and it is infuriating I'm not even sixteen yet and she is asking me what I want to do for the rest of my life. I honestly have no idea.

Never have I thought of myself as a rich kid but spending a week around these weirdos I know that I am technically one of them, almost everyone has a high paying job waiting for them regardless of the grades they receive from high school or Uni.

My mum tries to keep us as grounded as possible. -Alex works weekend jobs to pay for his car. - She insists that we study hard in school but I have always thought it was so we don't end up drafted into the firm with dad. I can't blame her considering the few hours she gets him to herself she probably doesn't want that for us too.

I decide to try phoning mum one more time, even if it's just to hear her voicemail I'm feeling horribly homesick and I just want my mum. At this point I will even settle for Alex's teasing, I need something familiar and I'm not going to find it with my camp mates that's for certain.

Trudging up the embankment I drag myself toward the social room only to be blindsided by camp leader Cindy who takes my hand without a single word leading me toward her office. I follow silently it's never good if you are sent to Cindy's office, even worse if she is the one to collect you.

I have obviously offended her at some point and she is going to chew me out for it. fumbling behind her I can't ignore the fact that she is absolutely gorgeous, with the thickest blonde hair I have ever seen, and her bright blue eyes are like a summer morning. I've always been envious of anyone who doesn't harbour the same muddy eyes I do but Cindy has clearly impressed all the gods as her eyes are distractingly beautiful.

When I first met her, I thought she seemed more fitting as a New York socialite than a camp councillor but as she sits before me authority radiating off her, I know exactly why she has this job.

A roll of kitchen towel is edged toward my side of the table and I feel my stomach tighten with worry. What the fuck have I done that I will be crying soon.