I was lonely that night. And the day after. But what I didn't know the evening that Amanda came back, is that that was my doomsday. Emotionally speaking, that is. At 7:30, I had on my best clothes and waited for Amanda to come back. Finally, I saw her car pull over behind the cabins. This was pretty far from everybody. It's like she wanted isolation. I caught a glimpse of her from my cabin window, since our cabin was pretty far back. But the driver wasn't her. It was a..a..a man. He has longish hair, lopped off at the back. Green eyes. I saw him...and he was kissing Amanda on the mouth. I was shocked. I was crying. Silently. Amanda was clutching the back of his head and was pawing at his hair. He was kissing her neck now. He moved up and down her neck, and she looked like she was moaning. I couldn't watch. I did slit my legs open, though. We were going to have a party with the boy's camp that night. It was mandatory. Can this day get any better?
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Girlfriend
Teen FictionThis summer, Ellie went to camp, thinking it was only her against the world. She came back thinking something else, though.
