How I Became A Badass Exorcist: This Camp Sucks

chapter five: summer,2016

Mirai was sitting on the dock, looking at the art of a sky,a mix of orange and yellows, sitting on the hill with the sprout of a tree,her face reflected by the gleem or her sword. Thinking about the events of the past few weeks,she was in a blood line of powerful exorcists,her family was dead,the only one who remains with the valentine name is her,Anna is angry at her,marcy has been giving her weird looks and Bryce had always been a nervous wreck.

Mirais eyes look at the words engraved in the sword 'flamethrower: serve of heat'. She had become all to familiar with the empty pit that sat in her stomach,ever since that day weeks ago. She took deep breaths.

Inhale,keep in the problems.

Exhale,the sound of everything she knows crashing down

Inhale,sound of the brook in the distance

Exhale,the feeling of warmth

Yes,Mirai had become all to familiar with the feeling of the pit,she just didn't know what to call it.

"I'm going to name you Bernard"

Marcy was pacing back and forth,it's been weeks and she has not even talked to Mirai,how the hell was she supposed to get her out of camp? Marcy felt the hair on her neck and the feeling was back, she ran to the drawer looking for the nearest pair of scissors and running to the bathroom. Her knuckles white from the grip on the scissors as she looks at her reflection in the mirror,she began cutting her slightly knotted hair. Trying to make it look at least half decent. She took a shower, and dried off putting on the pajamas she had left in there for emergencies. She looks good,well it's all blurry because her glasses are on her bed,but she had a good idea of what it looks like,her hair is short,and able to be pull into a tiny ponytail on the top of her head,her ache had cleared up,still a few pimplez sprinkled across her face. Maybe it would be easier to to approach Mirai with a new look.

Mirai was absolutely, buzzing. She had made new friends,a shy girl named Ariana rose,she had platinum blonde hair that had a black ribbon in it,she was curvey with w but of chub on her. She wore a white button up with her camp shirt under and a black mid thigh skirt that was plated. The girl was shy,and soft spoken,her only friend was olive thornbrrow.

Olive had tanned skin,not to much tan but not completely conditionered as tan. Olive had curly hair that was to about her shoulder blades. Olive whore a camp shirt, black long sleeve under it, and some jeans that's are worn and old.

"So,your the last valentine?" Olive asked, brushing hair out of her face,they where sitting in the main lawn in the  camp. Mirai kept up her cheerful demeanor,the same smile remaining on her face as nobody noticed the flash of hurt in her eyes. The pit was back.

"Yeah...I guess I am,but that just makes me more special" Mirai manged to choke out,her attention drifted to Ariana. Ariana was looking at her,a small flush on her face.

"Are you ok Ariana? You look flushed" Mirai asked leaning forward to put her hand to her forehead. Ariana let out a small squeak.

"Im ok....I just, really like your hair" Ariana spoke softly,her hands grip her skirt. Mirai shrugged it off,but her heart stopped when she saw someone walking towards her. Anna.

"Can I...can I talk to you in private, valentine?" Anna asked,not making eye contact with the girl. Mirai nodded and took her hand, waving goodbye to Ariana and olive.

They made their way up the hill to the sprout of a tree. The pit is still there.

"I'm sorry-" Anna started but was intrupted by the brown skin' girl hugging her, pushing her to the ground as her face was buried into her neck.

"Me to" "your dumb, valentine" "I know."

Bryce McKenna stood in the water of the lake,shoes and socks discarded on the rocky beach, looking to the stars,the closest he'll be to his mother.

Bryce McKenna who cried himself to sleep every night.

Bryce McKenna who just wanted to fold into the arms of his mother

Bryce McKenna who never got to say goodbye to his older brother.

Bryce McKenna the boy who yearn for peace

Bryce McKenna who is the unwanted beauty of chaos

Bryce Mckenna child of the stars

Bryce McKenna

Summer,2016

Calvin, Michael, London and Mirai run around the house, having just gotten their new outside clothes from town that their mama bought them.

Lorilee was standing on the porch looking out to the swamp if a back yard they had,her white sun dress blowing slightly. The smell of moss clouds her nose as she stood with ice tea,her yellow cartigan blowing as well. Her auburn hair fixed under her sun hat.

John was out in the small chunk  of land that was their home was on it was a few acres shrouded by the swamp. He was trying his damnedest to start the barbeque pit. his dark skin slightly oiled from the rays of sun beating down onto him. He saw her kids running around, holding sticks, and pretending they where swords. He felt something on the air,and heard his wife shuffle to the front of the porch,she felt something.

Hannah.

Lorilee rushed to the ground. "Children! Come in the house,wash up for dinner!" She yelled and the muddy and wet children ran into the house,and John Walked after them, thinking about what else to Cook as BBQ was out. They locked the door. Like they did Every night. But how long will they be able to keep their children safe.

Above the fireplace was a plack of wood,it read

Valentine: children of love, and misery