Carmel Crest» n.h. | Discontinued

Six

It's been a long time since I updated, but I think in this chapter, things get kinda real.

The word panties
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So let's say hypothetically, I wanted to hurt someone so badly. Hypothetically, do I mangle them? Or what exactly do I do?

After the whole missing clothes fiasco, and Mari's rescue, I made my way to my cabin. On my way there, I stopped in the middle of the camp where they keep the flag, on a pole. Water dripped on my head, big fat drops. The problem was, it was bright as day today. There wasn't supposed to be rain.

I finally look up, and when I do, my face is red in embarrassment and anger. My dora underwear hang at the top, wet. You're probably thinking why does this 17 year old have Dora undies, we'll let me just say they are really soft and comfy.

I look around but I see no rope to pull the flag down. What I do see, is a tree. A tall, lanky tree, that is probably not safe to climb. I go over my options. I can climb the tree, or I can suffer embarrassment.

I never said I was good at making decisions.

My hands grip the tree tightly. The bark is seriously hurting my legs in my shorts, but I keep climbing. My toms will probably be ruined later, but I guess it's worth it.

I keep climbing till I reach the top of the flag pole, and sprawl my body across a branch. My breath is shaky and I begin to feel dizzy. Shakily, I stretch out my hand and almost reach my underwear. Almost.

Not a warning was given, when the tree branch broke off and went flying down, taking me along with it.  This is my death. I will not have children, I won't get to see flying cars soaring in the sky, and most importantly, I will not see, the cursed child.

My hands try repeatedly to grab the pole, but instead, I hit my head on the cold metal.

Impact doesn't come hard. In fact, I think it was harder for the person beneath me. A groan comes from under me, and I quickly roll of the top of them. Harry is face down on the grass, with his hair going every which way. 

"Harry , are you okay?" He turns over, with a smug smile in his face.

"Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" He groggily asked, his smile well evident.

"No, but I did scrape my knees when I crawled from hell." I joked back. He laughs, grabs my hand, lifts himself up.

"well your an angel in disguise. Hey angel." He winks, and tosses his hair back. "So what were you doing up there?"

"Taking down your mess." He looks at me slightly confused. "The other prank you guys pulled on me, today when I got in the shower." I point up to the pole. He looks up before starting to laugh and grabbing his stomach.

"That wasn't us, I swear. We have all our pranks planned out, and that isn't one of them. But now that you mention it..." I start smacking his arm as he laughs. "Don't worry I won't tell anyone about you wonderful panties."

"Don't say panties." I pout. He looks at me as a complete joke.

"Why?"

"That word sounds so inappropriate. It's like asking about your sex life with your mom."

"What are you five? It's 2015! We literally have intense make outs front of our parents." He laughs.