My name is Sophie, nice to "know" you. I'm fifteen years old with brown hair. I wear glasses and truth to be told, they're not that bad. This is the story of how I found out, that life and love doesn't go around me, and how I finally stopped revolving around (one of) them.
For the start, how I began to realise that everything is not like what I thought was when I joined Summer Camp. My mom signed me up after often seeing me in front of the TV almost everyday, watching Count Your Money.
I'm pretty sure that my addiction toward watching Count Your Money isn't that bad. I mean, this summer holiday is pretty long, and since I have nothing to do, I watch TV. Then, the addiction started to build up. I watched the show entire afternoon and often swears when something pretty stupid happened, but I have never said any word that is censored if you said it out loud in the media. These are the words I often use when swearing:
Holy jingleballs
You freaking chipmunks
Oh, cover your mouth spaghetti head
Pigeons poo
Shady as a lampshade
Nothing bad, right? Right. Well, turns out if you said any of the phrase above about 7 m or closer to your Grandma, you're going to have a long afternoon, with endless speech of how TV will turn you to a jobless person and ended up with you joining summer camp in hope for that to not happen.
I thought they're joking, of course, they weren't. The morning I found out my Mom has already signed me up for the camp was when I was having my breakfast. That morning was like all the other morning. I woke up around 8 am. Still in my pajamas, I walked half awake to the counter at the kitchen, trying to remember what I dreamt last night while adjusting my brain to the current situation.
I took a bowl out of top drawer, put some cereals in and pour a generous amount of milk. My older brother then joined in and mocking me about what happened in the afternoon. "Sophie, make sure you eat all the cereal, because ten years from now, you might be homeless, and I..." "Oh, shut your mouth Gregg," I cut him off. He just laughed, I rolled my eyes.
My mother in her business attire went down the stairs and with a smile she passed me a brochure, written in cheesiest font ever created was "Join the SUMMER CAMP for COOL KIDS AND TEENAGERS" . I groaned "Mooomm", she smirked. "I don't want to join this, I'm sorry okay? I won't say spaghetti head in my life ever again, I promise,".
"Well, I think you still need to go to the camp, rather than spending this holiday at home, watching that filthy show. What do you think Gregg?"
"Hmm... agree Mom, Sophie should join that camp," Gregg replied. This is seriously tiring, my mom is really good at making people agree, or choosing whom agree with her.
Two days from now, I'll be in a cheap smelly bus on the way to Lake Imm.
Yes I know that I heard like a complaining brat. Well, turns out, love changed me.
