Dawn

Chapter Seven: My New Outfit

I'm floating. Okay. The feeling is amazing. It makes me feel like a cloud floating past people and cities. All of the sudden, there is a blinding light and a big gust of wind. I fall to the ground on my hands and knees. My knees are wobbly, but I stand up anyway. I stumble around for a few seconds because I'm still fazed by the fact that I just levitated; or someone levitated me. I dust my hands off together and look down. I no longer have on the clothes I was wearing when I came here.

My blue-jean shorts changed into a long flowy white skirt with black stripes that is short in the front and long in the back. My shoes are now shiny, black, ballerina shoes that lace up to my knees.

My favorite Beatles shirt changed into a black tank-top with an off-the-shoulder cover that is a flowy white material with black stripes.

I look at my wrist and my bird tattoo has changed into a clock with a planet in the middle. Maybe, Saturn? I don't know. Surrounding the clock, there is some faded splotches with smaller dots in it. It kind of looks like a galaxy.

That describes my outfit pretty well. I think my hair is still in a ponytail, but when I look up to see Ashton, Michael and Jessie, all of my hair falls in my face.

My just-below-the-shoulder length hair has slight curls that make my hair poof out from my head.

I flip my hair back and look at my friends. Their eyes are wide open. Michael and Jessie's jaws are slightly dropped; Ashton's are clenched. "Dawn", he says.

Michael raises his eyebrows, "You look".

Jessie puts her hands up to her face, "Beautiful".

"Me?" I ask, "Look at you guys!"

Jessie has on a dark blue tank-top that has a sparkly, baby-blue, flowy outer layer that goes down to her belly button. She has on a sparkly, long, flowy skirt the same color as the outer layer of her top that goes down to her ankles. Her shoes are dark blue ballerina shoes that wrap around her calves. Her hair is down, too and it is longer than I expected it to be. It goes down to her lower back. She looks beautiful. The colors really compliment her ice-blue eyes.

Michael has on a white t-shirt and white baggy pants. He has on grey tennis shoes and that's it. Everything is a loose fit on him. There isn't really anything else to describe about his outfit. His grey eyes blend in with the outfit so, it suits him. He's really the one with the dull outfit in the group compared to Ashton.

He has a black t-shirt and jacket with a red trim. His black skinny jeans have a loose, silver chain going from the top left of his jeans to the back. Ashton's shoes are black with a red sole and laces. His hair is still loose and shaggy. It still goes over his left eye. He has ripped fingerless gloves to go along with his punk attire.

"You look punk, Ash". I say and giggle at the same time.

"I like it", He laughs. Gosh, Ashton has such a pretty smile. His facial features are long and sad but his smile brightens his face up and he looks happy and cheerful.

I turn around and I see the whole camp has changed their clothing to either a slightly different version of my outfit, Jessie's outfit, Michael's, or Ashton's.

The girls with Ashton's punk style wear either almost the same thing as Ashton or black, fitted tees and sweatpants.

The girls wearing Michael's white clothes wear a flowy white dress with slight alterations for every person. Some are cinched at the waist with a brown ribbon or they add sparkles. There are a lot of different things I could name but I only see a few people in white.

There are some boys and girls that changed into Peter Pan and Tinkerbell style clothes. I could swear the outfit was made of grass and leaves.

There are some boys wearing loose, light-blue, t-shirts and baggy, blue pants. Those are the people that are wearing the same flowy, blue style as Jessie.

There is nobody wearing my black and white colored clothes, though. I wonder why I'm the only one.

The bus driver marches through the crowd and finds the brunette boy in a graphic tee and jeans. He grabs him by the shoulder and brings him to the front of the crowd. He whispers something into his ear.

"You'll be walking with me", says Michael says.

"What do you mean?" I ask him.

"That's what he said. The bus driver whispered to him that the boy's gonna walk with him".

"How did you know what he said?" I ask.

"I don't know. I can just read lips and by the boy's face I can tell it wasn't a good you're walking with me", Michael bites his lip. He looks nervous.

"Why are you nervous?" Jessie looks at us with concern.

"I really dont know. I'm just nervous, okay?"

"Okay".

We all walk along with the camp and the bus driver still has his hand clenched onto the boy's shoulders. If that man had claws, his fingers would go straight through the innocent boy's arm; they are almost clenched into a fist. I can see the pain on the boy's face. He doesn't know what he did and neither do we. The camp walks deeper and deeper into the forest that I will never forget. The camp passes another stream that looks perfect to hang out and swim in. There are vines and trees around it but, it doesn't seem to have any leaves or mud that makes it look dirty. It's clear and beautiful.

We come to another vine-curtain and the bus driver walks through. His hand is still clenched on that boy's shoulder. The whole, newly-dressed camp follows him through.

When we get passed the crowd of campers, I look around. We're still in the forest, it's just that you wouldn't find eight, small buildings and a large fire pit in the middle of one.