Seven: Kayley

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Seven: Kayley The Next Morning Week 1: Saturday

I open my eyes to hear the sound of a loud horn.

"Good morning princess," Jayden says to me.

I see that his face is close to mine and I feel the warmth of his body on mine.

His eyes are looking into my gaze and he has that same smirk he has.

He is fully dressed and looks ready to go to some type of gym or something.

He asked me yesterday to be his girlfriend yesterday and I said yes.

I'm mad at myself for saying yes, but I couldn't disappoint him.

He plays Hunting In The Woods late at night instead of talking to girls that call his number every ten minutes.

We have so much in common.

But if something goes wrong, I promise to myself it won't happen again.

I really like Jay though. He better not leave me.

I smile and say, "Good morning. What time is it?"

"5 in the morning."

"Five?!"

"Yes Ma'am. You have an hour to get ready for the first activity."

"How long have you been going to this camp?" I grunt.

"3 years."

"Damn."

He gets off of me and helps me get off the bed because him and I both know I would not have been able to do so myself.

I wash up and find the outfit I layed out last night.

I had it in a bag in my hand when I came in yesterday.

My suitcase is packed and I forgot that outfit so I put it in the bag.

I put on those clothes, put on my black ankle socks, and my boots with silver spikes on them.

I applied my red lipstick, twice, and carefully applied mascara, trying not to poke myself in the eye.

I open the door, to find my suitcase which has my phone.

As the sun shines through the window, my eyes burn I rub them gently, turning my suitcase over.

I unzip and my eyes turn wide as I see stacked shirts and pants that are light colors.

I see a note in there and I know it's from Mom:

Hey Kayley. Yes I replaced your dark, exposing clothes.

You don't go to this camp to look cute.

Mom

P.S I sent you a baby picture!!

Is she trying to ruin my summer? Is that a sport of her's that she is so very good at?

At least I still have my jacket.

I look at the baby picture in the small packet.

I had the curliest hair ever and my smile is wide. I pick it up and look at it.

Seeing I had been wearing another black jacket like this one.

Suddenly, I feel arms being wrapped around me.

It doesn't startle me, because I know that there is another person in the room with me: Jayden Hill.

I feel his chin resting on my shoulder.

"Is that you?" He asks, then gently pecking my neck.

"Yea," I reply.

Wait a minute. I just realized something.

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