Pranked

One

As I sat in the car with my Dad, I looked out the window at the forest zooming by.

I knew we were in the middle of nowhere on our way to Oriole, Oregon where my summer camp would be. I knew my former best friend, Courtney would be there. I had overheard her mom telling her about Camp Oriole and I hoped she wouldn't be in my cabin. I knew my cousin Jojo would be there too. She had texted me and said that she had made a special request to be in my cabin. I hoped that Courtney wouldn't be in there too. I'm going to be completely honest. Courtney was a butthole to say the very least. I don't use the word butthole very often, but this is a rare situation where I absolutly have to.

She moved into a vacant apartment down the hall and when I went to introduce myself (or more like when I was dragged down there by my dad because he wanted me to be more social), I found out that she was my age, we were going to the same school, we were only a row of lockers apart, and she was also looking for a friend. She was very sweet in the beginning. We would hang out all the time after school and on weekends. I guess it was our differences that tore us apart.

She was strongly Christian. My family was also Christian, but I personally didn't believe in God. She was loud and outgoing. I was quiet and softspoken and what you would call shy. Most of all, she aimed to be popular. To lead the trend train and be the queen bee was her dream come true. I just wanted to be present. I didn't want to be popular, but I didn't want to stand out in a bad sort of way. I just wanted to fit in with out being a queen. I had sat with a group of girls who were all best friends since the age of three and just wanted to be present rather than be leader. I never really considered them my friends, but I did talk to them a little bit. When I had a real friend, that was a wonderful thing for me. It was like having a sister who you could trust with everything. That was who Courtney was to me. But, like I said, she wanted to be popular and a leader and a queen bee. She left me and she became friends with the popular kids. It hurt, but I didn't say anything about it for a while. She would hardly talk to me and when she did, she was with her popular friends trying to pick on me. I got the guts eventually to confront her in private. I yelled at her, telling her about how she had abandoned me. About how she had built up my trust in her and then knocked it down like it was nothing more than a Jenga tower. She just insulted me, calling me a loner, an outsider, a weirdo, and a loser. I was super angry. That day, I just locked myself in my room and hid under the blankets, like a shelter from it all.

That was about a month or two ago. I had gotten over it. I didn't forgive her, but I decided not to return the mean looks or react to the bullying she was doing to me with her new friends. I told my dad about it all and he decided that maybe, I could meet some real friends at Camp Oriole this summer. I was still nervous that Courtney would be in my cabin. But then, I counted the odds of that happening.

I knew that there were 12 cabins. Four kids in each. 48 kids in the whole camp. 24 of them would be girls. There was only a 1/24 chance of me being in a cabin with Courtney. That chance was even smaller when you took into account the fact that Jojo had made a special request to be in my cabin group. But, there was still a chance that the special request Jojo made wouldn't go through. It was a real possibility. If the Internet and Camp Oriole had been on my side that day though, it wouldn't happen. But there was also the possibility of Courtney being in the cabin next door. This was also a real possibility that I hadnt thought of. And there was also breakfast and lunch and dinner. How was I supposed to avoid her there? I realized that I was over worrying myself. The goal of camp was to have fun and make new friends. Dad wouldn't want me to spend it worrying about avoiding Courtney.

Mom probably wouldn't either. She was constantly busy and work and it was her money keeping us afloat and her money paying for this summer camp. I couldn't imagne how annoyed she'd be if I spent my time worrying rather than socializing.