"You will not always have a say in what happens to you but you will always have a say in how you react."
This is something my dad used to say to me when I was little. Even though I lost all respect for my dad after I found out about his affair, I this quote is still very dear to my heart. It has a lot of truth to it and it keeps me from feeling bitter about my life, which has been a series of misfortunate events. I repeat this phrase in my head over and over so I won't go crazy. Somewhere in the middle of my 47th repitition,I feel a nudge from something beside me. I let out a shriek thinking it's It. "Calm down! It's just me, Stephanie." I glance over and see prom dress girl, whose bed I still am in. "Oh sorry, I zoned out". She looks at me weirdly and just nods. "Are you tired?"I inquire. She just nods. "If you want you can use my double C's to rest on." She gives me a weird look. I sigh,"Fine single C's you will just have to deal with it prom queen."Her face scrunches up for a moment before she exclaims, "Oh my gosh you were talking about your boobs!" I roll my eyes, "No I was talking about my dick!" She blushes at my crude language and starts giggling. I hold back my comment on how she might not know about boobs since she looks like a size b. "On the outside you look all innocent and sweet but as soon as you open your mouth, you sound like a sailor."She observes. I open my mouth to retort when suddenly a scream pierces the damp air. "The ceiling!"All the girls look up. I jerk my head to look but all I see is an abyss of black. Then it clicks in my head that there should be pale blue plaster there, not black. All of a sudden, in a flash of grey, it is gone... but so is one of the girls.
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Our Stay With It
Humor8 girls, 1 cabin, and a shit ton of drama. Sometimes she would ask herself why. Why was there desire in her cold black heart, but no movement in her dying body? She should just do the deed for herself and end her miserable existence. But her conscie...
