Carly: Camp was almost over. I was seated at my easel, finishing the painting I had been working on all summer: A painting of the lake. Finally I added the last bits to the painting. I had finished. I smiled with my work.
“Oh my gosh girl,” Kaylie said, “You are totally going to have to email me when we get home.”
“Totally,” I said, happily. We were dressed in our swimsuits, going for a last swim in the lake.
“Me too,” Jennifer said, “Don’t forget me!”
“And you would never forget me,” Bailey said.
“My email is lalalauren@gmail.com,” Lauren said.
“Ooh, I’m so going to email you like a creepy stalker person,” a random boy walking
“Okay okay, I wouldn’t forget about you guys,” I said. They laughed. We reached the dock, and Jennifer darted forward, then jumped off the dock. Bailey followed her, then I followed them.
“I’m so going to miss this place,” I said, floating on my back.
“You better not get all sentimental now,” Bailey said, “We’ve still got the party tonight.”
“We do,” I said, smiling.
That night I stood in my pink sundress, my blond hair tied in a loose braid. It was time for the final party.
I arrived in the cafeteria, which had been transformed into a dance slash art gallery. A few pieces of my art hung on the walls, including my piece I had done for the cabin. I looked around at all the pieces before I went to grab some fruit punch.
“Hi,” a boy said.
“Hi,” I said, smiling.
“Carly right?” the boy said.
“Yeah,” I said, “Who are you?”
“Ray,” the boy said, “So you got the cabin this year?”
“Yeah,” I said.
“That’s cool. I’m jealous,” he said.
“It is pretty cool,” I said.
“I liked your drawing,” he said.
“Thanks,” I said.
“Will you be back next year?” Ray asked.
“Hopefully,” I said.
“I’ll see you there,” he said. I blushed. He was kind of cute, in the artist sort of way. I smiled.
“Who’s this?” Kaylie asked, smiling and coming up behind me.
“Oh, Kaylie this is Ray,” I said, introducing them.
“Hey,” Ray said.
“Hi,” Kaylie said.
“Well, um, Carly, I guess I’ll see you next year,” he said. I nodded and he walked away.
“Wow,” she said, “I leave you alone for five minutes and you can pick up...that.”
“Whatever,” I said. I worked my way to the dance floor where I danced for hours. They even played Live While We’re Young. I was sad to leave. I would miss my friends here. But I could only imagine what was going on at home. I couldn’t help wondering a little about how Darcy’s video was doing. According to my mom a week ago she had been on a talk show. That was crazy. I couldn’t wait to hear more.
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The next day my parents picked me up. I said goodbye to my friends and headed home. These two weeks had been great. I couldn’t wait till next year.
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