Miranda Sings Summer Camp

Chapter 20: Thoughts

Colleen's POV
"I think I'm having an allergic reaction," The boy from Cabin C said.
"To what?" I asked.
"Almonds, I think," he said.
"How bad is it?" I asked.
"Not that bad, but I don't feel well," he answered.
"Okay, let's go back to the cabin," I said.
Rachel and I took him to his cabin. Rachel brought the equipment we needed, and I brought some water for him.
Ava's POV
I decided to stay put, so Colleen would know where I was when she came back. I started thinking a lot. I missed my home. I missed my friends. I missed my family. I felt like I was ready to leave while thinking about everything I'd left behind to come to this camp.
I didn't text my parents too much, for they didn't care enough. They'd just let me do anything I wanted to do, and they didn't care. Like going to camp. They didn't care about the money. They didn't care that I would be gone and they wouldn't know what's going on with me. I was out of the house, and that was good for them. They'd rather not have to worry about me. But yeah, I missed my family. My brother and sister. They weren't too bad.
I missed my home because my siblings and I would spend all of our time in the basement playing games, whether it was board games, video games, make believe, dolls, etc. I love my siblings, and I did text them every once in a while, but not all the time texting and driving isn't safe. And by driving, I mean MarioKart. It was their favorite game at the time, and they'd play it 24/7.
I missed my friends because we went out almost every Friday and it was always the best time ever. They were the funniest people I knew. I loved them as much as I loved my siblings.
I stared into space as I thought about a new game I could make for my brother and sister. Halfway in, I saw Colleen walk back towards me.
"How's the kid?" I asked.
"He's okay," Colleen said. "Are you okay?" Colleen asked.
I guess I didn't notice that a tear had been on my face from when I was thinking about my parents.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I've just been thinking a lot," I said.
"About what?" she asked.
"My family and stuff."
"Do you miss them?"
"Somewhat."
Colleen looked concerned.
"Somewhat?"
"I miss my brother and my sister. My parents are a different story."
She grabbed my hands and held on to them.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"I don't know. There's not much to say. Except that they just don't care."
"I'm sorry," she said as she gave me a hug.
Since she hugged me I started crying more. And then I thought more. It seemed like Colleen felt more like a parent than my actual parents were. She helped me when I was upset, she talked to me more than they did, and she was there when I was in the hospital. Not them, though.
"I love you," I said to Colleen.
"I love you too, Ava."