Have you ever had one of those days where you just wanted to stop whatever you're doing and run away from everything, and keep running until your feet no longer touch the ground and the things you were running from are left far below? I have. Almost everyday.
But today will be different.
Today is the day I am set free.
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"My god woman, pull yourself together! It's just summer camp, I'll be back," I rolled my eyes as my mom proceeded to bawl even louder - a feat, i might add, I thought impossible given the fact that every animal in a ten mile radius was already cowering in fear - and clutched me tighter (another thing that i didn't believe possible).
"Come on mom people are staring." I whined nervously. There was a large possibility that she was in fact the reason for the many pairs of eyes i felt grazing my back, but I had a feeling it might have had to do partly with the giant purple and gold helicopter behind us.
See, my mom had a favourite uncle who really liked old things. One day he discovered a trunk full of junk that belonged to some famous dead dude. He sold it to a museum and died leaving everything to my mom.
My mom calls our lifestyle "privileged" everyone else just calls us "filthy, stinkin' rich". Most of the time we don't flaunt our wealth but our car was in the shop, thus the 'copter.
"If you don't hurry up you're going to be late picking Karma up." I pointed out. Karma, my older sister, was coming home for the summer which was one of the reasons i was so happy to get away from home. To put it simply, Karama's a bitch.
"Mom I'm 17 I can take care of myself, I promise." My mom took a deep breath and released me, stepping back and squaring her shoulders.
"Finally! Crazy old lady..." My mom chuckled and hit me with her purse.
"Okay, well, have a good summer, be careful, call if you need to or even if you don't, and Cassel? Try not to get in any trouble." She looked pointedly at me before climbing back into the 'copter.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Bye mom."
"Bye hunny."
And with that she was gone.
I ran a hand through my hair, breathing a sigh of relief and smiled to myself. Turning I picked up my duffel and followed the trickle of new arrivals to the cabins searching for the one with my name on the door.
I passed five of six of the cabins heading toward the lake and the stream of people tinned considerably, soon it was just me. I was used to being alone, when you're wealthy people only like you for your money so I didn't have many friends back home. I'm not complaining, it's their loss.
I was walking lost in thought when i heard music. Someone was singing, but it wasn't a song I had ever heard. There were no words just a soft flowing melody. I followed it to the edge of the forest, hesitating before entering. But the music pulled me onward.
It lead me down a short, dirt path to a little clearing filled with sunlight. It was beautiful. The ground was covered in wild flowers and there was a little stream cutting through the far left corner travelling deeper into the woods. Right in the center of the clearing, in the place of honour, was a wizened old oak. It's leaves formed an umbrella-like canopy.The music was coming from beneath its stooped branches.
As I approached the tree the song changed. This time it had words.
" How long have I been in this storm?
So overwhelmed by the ocean's shapeless form
Water's getting harder to tread
With these waves crashing over my head"
It was the most amazing version of that song that I had ever heard. And that was saying something, especially since it was my all-time favourite song.
I ducked under the leaves, my eyes searching for the source. Ducking sideways trying to get a better view through the branches my foot landed on a fallen stick and broke it. The snap was like a gunshot to my ears and the song cut off abruptly. I swore under my breath and heard a rustle of leaves. Looking up I saw a set of the softest chocolate brown eyes staring down at me.
My breath left me with a whoosh and i just stood gazing into the shadows trying to make out any other feature. I opened my mouth to say something, anything, but before i could there was another rustle and I was alone.
After a moment I turned and headed back to the cabins, my thoughts on overdrive.
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What Happens at Summer Camp (boyxboy)
Teen FictionA story of love and lies, campfires and skinny dipping, broken hearts and spin the bottle, friendship and finding the courage to be yourself. But mostly it's about the crazy stuff that happens when you set a bunch of hormonal teenagers free in the...