The summer of 2013 was, for the most part, uneventful. I played volleyball, I went to a choir camp, I used the internet a lot.
Volleyball was a way to get stress out, except the pressure that I felt horrible compared to the other players. They acted like they were amazing and the coaches treated them that way. The coach got mad at them when they were too conceited and didnt even pay attention during practice. The thing I had a problem with was that our coach had molded them to act that way. They praised them during practice, they always used them for examples for the rest of us to follow, and then the attention, or maybe it was the praise, either way it got to their head. They acted up and then the coach would get mad at them. Why be mad at someone who you ended up encouraging to act that way. You build them up just to knock them down? Also, the physical needs at practice. It was summer, I wasnt doing anything and we exercised a lot and I wasnt used to it. It was sumer and we didnt have gym class so I wasnt used to exercising. Half the time at practice, I felt as though I could puke right then, right there.
Choir camp. This was the second year that I had been to this choir camp. The last I only stayed during the day, but this year I was going to spend the entire week there. It was held at Wichita State University and we stayed in the dorms. Most of the people from last year were there this year unless they had gotten too old to go back, didnt apply, or their application wasnt accepted. I really didnt like the older girls that were in the group. They acted as though just because they had been there since the beginning of the camp that they were the best... which was sorta true, I just dont want to admit it because I dont like stuck up people(still not sure if Im one of them...).
About halfway throught the week I had found some friends, who also liked One Direction, but they were day campers so I really didnt have any friends who I could actually hang out with real well. One of the girls Alissa, I believe, and I had a pretty long conversation on One Direction, Little Mix, and Ed Sheeran. We talked about our favorites in One Direction, how she had a band and they would cover Little Mix songs and she would always get Perrie's parts in all of the songs, the lyrics that Ed had written for the boys, and we sang some of each of their songs. I had just recently become a Mixer and only knew Wings, DNA, and How Ya Doin?, but it was enough to bond over. We had spent at least an hour and a half over those topics, it had come up because I had a One Direction towel for when we went swimming.
Throughout the week, I had trouble sleeping. I usually was able to after some period of time, an hour or an hour and a half. The only way I was sure Id be able to sleep was if I slept with my towel. One Direction comforted me, even if it wasnt them, knowing that I had something that reminded me of them had calmed me down. The only night that I was really able to sleep was the last night, which we watched West Side Story before we went to sleep and played some games before that. My roommate was worse when it came to sleeping. She had to talk to her mom every night and had to have some light on, but it was her first time sleeping away from home, while it wasnt my first time sleeping away from home, but it was my first time sleeping in a different place from my grandma since I was about seven.
The Internet has had a big impact on my life. September of two thousand twelve was when I made a twiter account. It was mainly for posting stuff about One Direction, although I made it a mix between a personal and fan account. It got one thousand followers in six months, probably because I followed back. As it got bigger, the more likely it was that it be found by someone from school. And over the summer, that's what happened. "@xAlways_Believe: I see you" At first I didnt know who it was. I was avtually really scared. "@xAlways_Believe: Tara, I know its you." At this time, I only had my dsi and my phone, which I had added my twitter account to, so I could receive the tweets when Im outside of my wifi connection and I was too lazy to check my account on my dsi, so all I got was a tweet from a faceless person(or so I thought). Eventually, I admitted that I wasnt on anything that I could see the profile picture and the anonymous tweeter ended up being a girl form my school that was starting the eighth grade the next school year, Kim.
Once I knew who it was, I went on my dsi and stalked her account to find out who else had a twitter. Kacey, Christina, and Bella, besides Kim. I didnt really know any of them except for Bella, although Kim and I had gotten to know each other pretty fast. I went on Bella's page and favorited a few of her tweets but I never followed her. The next day, I was out shopping and I got a message from twitter, it was a tweet from Bella. "@Bellearina_mofo: Taaarrraaa! I found you!" I just stood around smiling at first, because she didnt find me. I stalked Kim and found her. I ended up talking to the four of them and made friends for the next school year.
(A/N: A decently long chapter. Its a miracle! I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! I love you guys, bai. Mwuah! Xx. ~Tara)
