Happy days

Chapter 2

     "I just wanted to make this clear," Ms. Tarfy growled to her fellow student." You are about to go onstage without me, reading you pathetic baby tales,"

     I surprised mom chooses to like the worst counselors in the whole camp, and dislikes one of the best. Ms. Tarfy. She is the most evil person ever. People said she was eaten by the devil and spat back out and into this camp. I didn't believe that. Some people say that she once ended up in prison for nearly decades and didn't age up, so then she was so annoying and mean and cruel that they let her go, even though she might make more crimes.

     I don't believe in any of those . But you know, I could nickname her Ms. Devil. Not to bad of a name for her!

     Now, you may not know who she is. Duh. She has a big body, probably full of fat, but nearly as strong as the strongest person ever. She had the face of a mans look, but she was still a woman. She always seemed to have a flushed red face whenever she talked. When she didn't, it cooled down. She had brown eyes and very short black hair that curl under her chin.

     She was an orphan when she was young, and was most likely to be the most sad little thing. She was the one picked on. Soon, when she was old enough to leave the orphan, she moved here, to the camp, and became a counselor. Sucks, I know. Other counselors heard her stories, and told them to us. That was restricted, but we would then be too curious.

     Silence crackled in the room until we also heard silence outside of the backstage. Ms. Tarfy flinched, and clicked her way down the stairs and onto the stage, with her red high heels. She wore a red skirt, which was about to rip apart, with a blue button up T-shirt.

     "Welcome back, everybody," Ms. Tarfy spoke calmly through the microphone." some of you parents who have never been here, I am certainly delighted and excited- oop! What a rhyme! Hee hee!"

     I gagged as she hee hee'd with one hip higher then another and one hand over her mouth,gently, symbolizing, oopsy- daizy! The other about to be reading people looked disgusted as well as I was.

     "Now, I may happily turn your attention to some professional campers with awesome pieces of writing! First of-"

     That's when I dozed off. Now that's not what was supposed to happen but at least I was the last to read my piece.

     I woke up, In an unfamiliar place." Tom!" I scream.

     Why would I have screamed that? Who is Tom? Where am I?

     I seemed to be in an old cracked walled apartment, with the pungent smell of rotting meat. I lay on a creaky old bed, every move of my muscle, springs of the bed would creaky, that un-satisfying rustic sound. The bedsheets underneath me were stained with brown, and lots of dust. But the place looked cozy and unique. The creaky old floorboards were rough, but, somehow I felt that I've been here, like it's, Home? No. Nope. No way.

     I get up, staggering, and banging into an old wood dresser with an old flower vase on it, with nothing but dead, dry weeds in it. Beside it, was an old, cracked up picture, with a little boy, with black hair and freckles, which wore a lumber shirt and ripped jeans, with another man, that looked just like him. Probably his father, I guessed. He also wore a lumber shirt and jeans, with an old heartfelt smile, with his hand on his son's shoulder.

     I flinched at the taste that I know I'm not alone. I know those two people in the picture are nice. But this may be their house. I curl my blonde hair around my finger nervously. What now? Where am I, and how the heck to I get home? I hear footsteps. Great. It's coming near, and  fast.

     I jump into an old wood, again wood, closet and wait, smelling sweaty old clothes with the taste of rotten cheese, probably for the mice. It certainly was cold. Daringly, I fixed myself some warm clothes to wear. Nice and warm...

     "Amy?" A teen aged voice called from near the closet.

     My heart leapt, making the beating of my heart stronger and faster. I felt as if the whole world could hear my heartbeat.

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