The Escape Artist

Chapter Four

Hi guys. I know, so soon eh? Well yeah. It's the weekend now and I was just really into it today. So here's the new chapter. After this one, chapters might be really really constrained. My computer has a virus and Idk what it's gunna do to my files and yeah. It's making Facebook impossible and yeah. So, if I'm not editing for a while, don't think I'm dead. Oh and no, Blaine is not an alcoholic.

Oh and all the hockey remarks are pointing fun at Canadians, because that's what I am.

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Chapter Four::

Blaine's POV (gasp)

Chapter Four: Bright as the sun

As soon as I told her to leave, I knew that I’d never see her again. I head back to camp and realize I have one more performance left. Tonight. Then I can leave and mope around for a week with my friends. Seven o’clock rolls around and I get introduced. I step up on the stage, beginning my ramble. I get to the magic tricks and chose another all-too-willing teen girl from the audience. She has blonde hair and isn’t as pretty as I’d normally be thinking. She’s giving me the eye, that one look that says ‘I want you’.

I follow all my normal tricks, careful not to let them see as I flicked my wrist and shoved this new girl’s five dollar bill into the center of the lemon. People were so naive. I opened the lemon and watched her face contort with fake surprise. I smiled along with her. After that trick, I rambled on about how I loved what I did and how I felt like I was getting paid to breathe.

The performance was over. There was no girl to chase and show my spot in the forest. So I went alone. I sat on the same eaten-away, moss covered log and took out a flask of Vodka and a bag of marshmallows. I hunted for a long stick and finally found one. I whittled the end so it was sharp and made a fire. As the flames got hotter and hotter, I took the occasional sip of Vodka. It took the pain off the fact that I was probably never going to see Elissa again.

I let a marshmallow roast until it was a perfect golden brown, hard on the outside and mushy on the inside. I ate it slowly, hoping the sweetness and bitterness of my makeshift snack would wash away the pain. I put out the fire and stumble back to my campsite, slightly drunk. I fell into bed and fell asleep quickly.

In the morning, I lugged myself out of bed, took a shower and got dressed. I packed up my things and shoved them in the back of my Camry. I left the trailer here; I’d rented it from the camp. I drove away from the camp and back home. I lived in Victoria, British Columbia. I’d just been in Nanaimo.

Nearly two hours later, I was unlocking the front door of my apartment and stepping inside. It smelled like home and not like nature. I took another shower and, since it was rather warm, changed into a pair of plaid pyjama pants. I checked my email on my laptop. I had an email from the principal of Victoria High school. She was asking me if I’d like to perform.

I sent an email back to the school asking for a date and saying that I’d love to. Who knew, maybe Elissa went there. She sure looked young enough. But maybe she was in college. I’d never let myself get my hopes up.

I stand up and call my best buddy, Liam. I ask him if he wanted to hang out for a bit. He agreed and I grabbed my jacket. I drove to our favourite restaurant. We always hung out there and watched whatever Hockey there was on. I get there a little early but by the time I’ve got a coke in my hand, Liam is here. He’s closely flanked by Evan and Matthew. The two sat near me and we talked for a while.

“So, were there any cute girls at that camp?” Evan asks, eyes flashing. Evan was the horn-dog of the group. He was always looking for another girl to lay him. He didn’t care how old they were. It was fine if they were fifty or if they were 15.