Summer Camp

Chapter Forty Seven

  I'm telling these tears, "Go and fall away, fall away"
May the last one burn into flames

Freedom! Freedom! I can't move
Freedom, cut me loose!
Singin', freedom! Freedom! Where are you?
Cause I need freedom too!
I break chains all by myself
Won't let my freedom rot in hell
Hey! I'ma keep running
Cause a winner don't quit on themselves

~ Freedom, Beyonce

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**Alex's POV**  

"Hi," I said entering James room. He ignored me as he was filling out a stack of paper.

"Need help," I asked, sitting down on the edge of his bed.

"Nah," he said, "I'm just filling out the forms about how good you've been."

We stayed quiet for a while. 

"Can you get me a bottle of wine and two glasses," James asked, looking at me.

"Sure," I said, leaving the room. I wondered what James was writing about me, I hoped it was good things. James was an odd kid. There was times were he acted like a friend, but then a second later he was angry and showing his dominance. 

I got a bottle of wine from the kitchen and grabbed two glasses. I brought them back, and James popped open the wine. It spilled onto the white carpet. I was sure that I would have to clean that eventually.  He poured two glasses and handed one to me. 

"Thanks," I said, and took a sip of the wine. It tasted better than last time I had a glass. Soon my glass was gone, and James refilled it. 

"I haven't had alcohol in a while," said James, filling his glass.

"Why," I asked.

"We don't have it where I live," he said. 

"That sucks," I told him, finishing my second glass. I handed it back to him, and looked at the large tv in hid room.

"Are we doing anything today," I asked James.

"Yeah," he said, "were supposed to leave in an hour."

"What are we doing," I asked.

"Were going to some practice competition," said James, handing me back my glass full once again. My head felt a bit funny, and I laughed at nothing. 

By the time we were supposed to leave we each had 5 glasses. Soon Madam M was calling for us, we stumbled into the main room, I giggled. James seemed unaltered by the alcohol, but I was tripping over myself. 

"Well, now that we are all here," said Madam M, glaring at me, "We can get going. I will explain what is happening once we get there."

"Where is there," muttered someone, but Madam M ignored it. She led us out to the bus, and James took my arm, so I would be steady as I walked laughing at random things. I tripped over my legs, but James caught me, laughing at me.

"Are you two drunk," asked Madam M as we boarded the bus.

"No," I said laughing.

"Of course not," said James, trying not to laugh with me, "She had a panic attack, and I gave her something to calm her down. She should be acting normal soon."

"Good," said Madam M, leaving us alone.

I looked out of the moving bus, and my eyes couldn't focus on anything.

"My brain hurts," I told James, falling into him. 

"Maybe you drank to much," he said. 

I stuck out my tongue at him and bit it as hard as I could, I didn't feel it. I laughed tasting blood on my tongue. By the end of the bus ride, my happy, laughing mood had disappeared, and I didn't feel good. The second I left the bus, I bent over and puked, nearly missing James' shoes.

Madam M glared at me, still thinking I was drunk. My head was pounding and I wanted to cry and sleep.

"I'll get you water inside" said James. 

I nodded, and let him wrap an arm around my shoulder, helping me not to fall over. I put my fingers against my temples, trying to drown everyone out.

"OK," said Madam M, getting everyone's attention, "We are going to be doing a practice competition with 20 others. It is for a competition that all of you are encouraged to compete in with your masters.  All of the rules will be stated inside."

We all started walking inside, and I felt like I was going to puke again.

I wasn't ever drinking again.