Alright, now I'm certain of it. I'm a freak. Everyone is so excited for this big, week-long camping trip, and all I can think of is how, my god, I hope it gets cancelled. I have no clue why I feel this way. I mean, I've seen pictures of where we're going and the campsite is gorgeous-all emerald grass and lilies, wooden cabins and plaid, slippers and cocoa. I guess if I was going without everyone, just going alone, it would be paradise. God. Imagine if I told anyone this? They'd send me straight to the looney bin, cast me away there like some old rag doll with tears all over her plush skin. That's sort of how I feel. Like there are rips all inside the plush of my skin. And I haven't a clue as to why. ** This is Scarlet's journey to finding that out.