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Chapter 5-What is this?
Dear Kimmy,
Yes the dance studio, i actually danced...i haven’t danced in a loooong time aha, but no it is not because of Bradley Perez, can you believe he actually said Alicia Roberts was not that BAD ?! i was actually quite baffled, oh well, it was nice to see old friends and you need to see Taylor, he looks different in a good way well he has always been good looking but he looks even better lol.
I wish i could be there for you Kim, i hope your coping there, I’m sure your parents will resolve things...remember your a lucky kid with a very loving family soo stay strong, only a few days now till you come back to camp, till then i can’t wait.
Love you lots,
Georgie xo
I finished typing this letter, half asleep still from yesterday. I was completely worn out and i don’t even remember how i got back to the cabin. Oh well, i know i didn’t drink anything.
There was at least 30 minutes left of free time and everyone was writing to parents and what not. I have nothing to do soo i might as well pay a little visit to my ‘uncle’ Gabe.
I knocked three times on the door and waited.
“Come in” said my uncle
“Hey” i smiled walking in
“Ahh Georgie, nice to see you, i haven’t seen you in quite a while” smiled my uncle
I nodded sitting on the lounge chair.
“Yeah...” i said
“You okay? You look like you want to ask me a question” said my uncle
“Well...” i started “I was wondering if my parents or Trace have spoken to you?” i asked pleading with my eyes
Uncle Gabe frowned
“Well i’m not really meant to say anything but i feel sorry for you, your parents are not the nicest people I’m sorry to say although Trace called last night, he’s in London right now, he asked of you actually, it was quite late soo i couldn’t wake you” explained my uncle
Good thing he didn’t ‘wake’ me, I was not even in the cabin.
I nodded at him. Trace actually called, i have not spoken to him since ever. I had a warm feeling, knowing that Trace was asking of me.
“Can I...c-can i speak to him?” I asked quietly, looking down at my sweaty palms
“I..Georgie, I’m not soo sure it’s a-“
“No, no I’m sorry, i shouldn’t have even asked” I gushed, standing up.
“No you have every right to ask, he is your brother, you know what your parents are like though” said Uncle Gabe
They wouldn’t have to know though, would they?
I looked down at my dirty white converses feeling disappointed and pretty frustrated.
“Fine.” I said coldly as I walked to the door
There was no point of asking anyway, i get the same answer every time. I trudged out of the office and looked at the time. It would be rock climbing soon in about 15 minutes. I need to kill time.
“Hey George’” said Taylor approaching me
“Hi” i smiled faintly
“What you doing?” he asked
