The Where House

Spencer

The letter was never sent. As far as the president's concerned, I do not exist. They aren't going to bother looking through all the records to figure out where the children are. Those who keep their children will simply be endangering themselves. Everyone else is leaving for camp soon but. I'm leaving too but not there, or anywhere really. My mother had a bad feeling about the camp. She felt it was to good to be true. Because I'm turning 18 in a couple months, there was no point in taking the risk.
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Ricky walks through my bedroom door not bothering to knock. My mom must've let her in. She immediately runs towards me and throws her arms around my neck. After a minute she releases me and sits next to me on the floor. She looks around my room looking for something, unsatisfied she brings her eyes to mine.
"Where's your bag spence" she asked concerned
I give her an awkward closed lip smile and she slaps my arm
"What is going on with you" she yells.
I need to just tell her, its not like we have all day. But how do you tell your best friend that she has to go to the sketchy government camp, alone. I feel my vision start to blur and a warm water droplet falls down my face. Ricky pushes me and I fall over this time. I don't bother to get up, I just lay there on my back. After a while Ricky sighs and joins me on my right. She reaches over and pulls my hand into hers.
"Just tell me" she says, softer this time.
I turn my head to face her.
"Come with me" I tell her.
She drops my hand and jolts up "Go where Spencer" she says annoyed.
I sit up, and tell her everything
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She spends ten minutes laughing, and then when she realizes in serious, ten more minutes crying.
"So I'm gonna die" she says through snotty tears
Im laughing now
"God no Ricky it just..."
I don't know what to tell her, so I don't.
"Just come with me" i tell her again
"I can't" she throws up her hands.
She's mad now. Mad that I'm just now telling her. Mad that she had nothing to do with my decision. She checks her watch for the fifth time, she doesn't want to talk to me anymore.
"Ive gotta go" she tells me without making eye contact.
She gets up and walks out the door. Not bothering to shut the door or look back.