Mistake

Mistake Chapter 1

It was times like this when I asked myself if I made the right choice. My life was all about making bad choices, but for once, I made a good choice. I wasn't sure if I liked my choice, but I had to stick with it. I needed a break from my life. I needed to get away from my father and my friends. The weed, the alcohol, the tobacco, the sex. I needed some time off. I wasn't really sure what I was getting myself into when I signed up for a Christian camp in the middle of nowhere with limited cellphone service. Maybe a change of heart, or maybe a chance to connect with nature. I was still trying to figure that out on the bus ride there. I clutched my pillow against me, nervous to get to the camp and see all the goodie two shoe Christians. I was no where near a goodie two shoes. Every Friday, I went out with my friends into the woods behind my house and got high. After that, we'd go to my drug dealers house and drink. We would get so wasted, we couldn't even sit up. I guess my drug dealer and I were friends with benefits. I guess you could say that's how I got my weed half off. Every Saturday, we would all go to crazy wild parties and get so smashed and get high off our asses. My friends would do crack in the bathroom, but I wasn't brave enough to do that. I'd just give hickeys to boys passed out on the sofas. I finally realized I was a pothead who needed a break with the boys and alcohol, so I signed up for this camp. I never really believed in God. I always thought he was a magic man in the sky that people made up. To be honest with you, I don't think I've ever stepped foot in a church. What gave me this idea that God might be real was a commercial I saw on tv about how "through God, all things were possible." It also said something about how God could change you life around, and I was in desperate need of my life changing for the better. So, here I am. In the middle of no where in Washington state, 15 miles from civilization, spotted wifi, and limited service. I looked up to the blue skies outside my window and wished for the best.

As we arrived, we were directed to get all our belongings off the bus and head to the registration counter. As soon as I got off the bus, a strong scent of pine hit my nostrils. I looked up at a huge white banner that hung, saying "Welcome" in big red letters. I saw all sorts of campers running around. I laughed to myself about how dorky they were. The boys wore khaki pants and polos, and the girls wore bermuda shorts and tie dye t shirts. I felt a little out of place with my scuffed up black combat boots, my black high waited shorts, and my daisy crop top. My dark black hair was down and around my face, hopefully enough to cover my small gauges. My hand went up to my nose ring, and I grew slightly embarrassed. I saw a group of girls that had to be 14 looking at me and whispering. I guess they've never seen a bad girl before in their life. I made my way to the registration table, and saw a woman sitting down in a chair looking over some paper work. She was about middle 50's, and her hair was blonde with a bit of grey at her roots. Her cheeks were fat and blushed with red and her skin was pale with wrinkles around her eyes. She looked up at me, her blue eyes warm and welcoming. "Hi there!" She said in a cheerful tone. She smiled at me, and I couldn't help but smile back. "Hello." I said, my voice soft and shy. "Your name?" She asked me and reached for a folder to her left. "Bella Ryan." I told her.

15 minutes later, I walked away with a key to my cabin and a schedule for the first week. I found out the lady's name was Cynthia, and she was one of the counselors and she did the bible studies everyday right after lunch for 45 minutes. The camp was set up very simple. As soon as you walked in, there was 3 dirt paths. The one on the left led you to the cabins, the one in the middle led you to the lake and trails that led into the woods, and the one on the right led you to the chapel, lunchroom, main office, and a few other activity cabins. I headed into the direction of the cabins, because I was really anxious to see what they looked like. My cabin was C 909. I wasn't sure what this meant, but I was sure that I would find it, and once I did, I was going to take a nap. I think I liked the choice I made, and I was hoping it would stay like that for the rest of the summer.