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The Arrival

hi, um so this it my first story and i would love comments telling me what you want or . . . anything really. okay thanks :} enjoy.

I had been sitting in the same place for about 2 days and i was getting sick of that one spring in my seat that was digging into my back. I bet anything i'll have a bruise there now. All i could see out the window was trees and the occasional glimpse of the ocean. I was listening too loud angry yet indie music that i didn't really like but didn't care enough to change when we finally pulled off the highway and made our way closer and closer to the ocean, the glimpses of the ocean now just a steady stream.

        The only reason i'd agree to this little venture out into the world was because of the big blue mass of water. I would be left alone to swim and read and listen to all the loud music i wanted for 5 days till i had to go on the second stage of our journey which was much less pleasant {some nerdy hippy fair in Oregon}. Mom has been talking about it for months but I never thought dad would let her take us all to the stupid thing. All I was going to do on this trip was read and swim. The music i had been listening to was nearing the end of the play list, i new this because I had listened the the play list at least 8 time today, and I new the songs pretty much by heart.

        And on that note we came across the camp site. We sit, my dad, brother and mom would be camping at this place for almost a week for the fourth of July and then we would be moving on to the fair. I was less than willing to go, and I had made that very clear to everyone for weeks before the trip. The place we were staying was on a place called the lost coast, more like lost to internet connection. I don't use Wi-Fi for much just my music and texting my two friends. Who were both busy so basically just music. I had been to this camp site before when i was young, i was my home away from home it used to know every inch of the place. But its been at least 5 years since i've been here.

        We pulled up and Colby kicked me and pointed to a tent near the corner of the camp site and it wasn't hard to indicate it, it was huge and made of huge blankets. It looked more like a fort than anything else, it took up about 3 spaces. I saw about 20 people ranging from 3 to 70, running around and talking and eating. All I could think was i didn't want to be near them, I knew those kind of people very loud.

        Then my dad got back in the car and declared "We lovely family of mine will be in lot 12 " Of course i thought, of course we would be put next to the loudest people.

What i didn't know was who i would meet in the camping spot:}