Loose Ends {new version}

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Picture of Seagan (AnnaSophia Robb) at the top!

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"Are you sure you don't want help unpacking anything else, Seagan?" My maid and best friend, Grace, asked me one last time as I began to unpack one of my three red suitcases.

I shook my head vigorously as I placed a neat stack of shorts in the oak wood dresser that my corner that Cabin Three provided. When Grace and I had arrived at L.E.A.D Summer Camp, we'd been told what cabin I'd be spending my summer in and that I would be sharing it with three other girls. The thought of being forced to live with three strangers for two months made my stomach churn. I had never been particularly good at making friends. Probably because my parents refused to let me have a social life which was ironic because they spent ninety percent of their time yachting with their friends. 

 The cabin was sanctioned off into quarters meaning everyone got their own corner of the room. There were two bunk beds in the cabin with dressers at each end. They were made out of a cheap wood and stunk of body odour and people. I made the mental note to Febreeze my bed before I slept in it. I turned to face Grace who had her hands folded politely and a sorrowful smile on her face.

"Alright. Your mother and father wanted me to tell you to have fun." There was a hint of bitterness in Grace's voice that didn't surprise me. Grace hated my parents almost as much as I did. But my hatred for them was different then Grace's. Grace hated them because they were bad employers whereas I hated them because they were bad parents.

"Tell them I say thanks for shipping me off to hell." I spat venomously as I reached down and grabbed another stack of shorts and put them in the drawer I had opted as theirs. I didn't want to be angry, but I was. I was so frustrated with the two people to whom I barely knew. They were my parents and I couldn't even remember their eye colours.

Grace looked at me with sad eyes and clicked her tongue disapprovingly. "Seag, you never know! You may grow to like this place. It seems like a decent camp." Grace contradicted quickly.

I felt the need to laugh aloud. There is no way this camp is going to grow on me. I continued angrily grabbing my clothing and shoving it into drawers. When I was finished I turned to face Grace. "Grace, there is nothing lovely about this camp." I was practically fuming. "A; it's in the middle of no where, B; there is fucking dirt and forest everywhere, and C; I don't know anybody here." I knew I was starting to sound like a brat but I couldn't help it. I was just grateful that we were the only ones in the cabin at the time or else I would be making a bad impression already. I had been in a sour mood about being sent to summer camp since I received my summer schedule e-mail from my parents two weeks prior.

Grace exhaled calmly. It was something she did when she had to deal with me when I was angry. "You could try and make friends." She said, her voice held no emotion.

"Grace, if you honestly think I'm going to go out there and shake peoples hands and make friends then you must not have been awake for the past seventeen years." I fumed. My frustration was going through the roof. I wanted to throw something, to punch my parents in the face, to run away. It's not like I'd had any plans for the summer but it would've been nice to have a few days to myself. Apparently, I'd be "too much to handle" if I were at home all summer, their words, not mine. 

Grace sighed hollowly. "I have to go. My flight back to New York is in two hours and God knows how long it will take for me to drive to the airport with all of the traffic that we drove past on our way here. You have your phone, call if anything of real importance happens that needs to be brought to my attention." She was speaking animatedly with her hands before she opened up her arms to embrace me and I suddenly felt a woe of sadness strike through me.