Oblivious (h.s)

Oblivious

I sit around the 'community' campfire, unnoticed by anyone else. Everyone else seems to be in their own world or talking groups of two or three. I close my eyes sleepily.

The fire flickers and I can feel the heat on my reddened cheeks. I like it here. I like it up in the wilderness where no one else can find me.

This past few days have been long. The cabins up here are nice, but I don't sleep in one. I came up here to be alone for a week and to relax. Not to sleep in a house full of strangers.

So I rented one of those little 'huts'. It's small but I like it a lot. There is a window, sink, refrigerator, cupboard, microwave, and a little dresser. And of coarse a bed.

I have met one person I like here. Her name is Kimber. I like her spunky attitude that puts everyone in a good mood.

I finally open up my eyes again, snapping me back into reality from my fast thoughts.

Turning on my phone I realize it's already 11pm. I get up, smoothing the wrinkles on my thighs from my dark skinny jeans.

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I turn the doorknob on my hut and step inside. It's colder in hear them when I left. I walk over to the heater next to my dresser and turn it on.

I stand there for a few minuets, warming my half-numb finger tips. I walk through the arch in the middle of the wall that separates the kitchen from the bedroom. I look in the fridge to pull out some strawberries and start eating them.

I turn to walk back into the bedroom with my sour strawberries when I hear screaming and yelling outside. I stop dead in my tracks, trying to figure out what the screaming is all about.

Within a few seconds it feels as though the screaming is getting louder and closer to my hut. Are people being killed? Is there some kind of riot?  As soon as I think these things I shake my head, feeling sheepish.

A bang at the door snaps me back into focus. "Hurry! Hurry!" I hear a boy - wait no - man yell from right behind my door. I hear other guys voices yelling, but I can't make out what they are saying over the screaming outside.

I take a step back farther from the bedroom, where the door is, scared and confused. I hear the door open and close, quickly, and footsteps inside.