Camp Creativity [Accepting]

Beau:

"Writing? That's cool. Bliss and I were just talking about being awful at it."

A chuckle slid from my mouth and I said "I personally am an actor."

Reaching over to Bliss, I flipped her hair in the air and said teasingly "And Blissy here is an artist."

Blossom didn't really say anything, so we went back to writing our stories.

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"I've got it!" I yelled, holding my papers in the air, a smile on my face.

Pulling the pencil out from it's place behind my ear, I placed it on the table and continued "I've finished the play. It's a continuation of the play I started in this book," I said, placing my leather bound play book on the table, and continued "I had no idea where I was going, but I've finally finished it! It's taken me four months, but I've finally finished it."

Bliss gave me a smile and replied "Can't wait to read it!"

Giving an over exagerated look of possessivness, I snatched the book from its place on the table and held it tightly to my chest "What? Are you crazy? I don't let anyone read them! Why do you think I told you to burn it if the zipline killed me? No on reads it but me!"

Bliss got a twinkle in her eyes, but when I asked her what she was thinking, she said nothing.

I glanced oer at their writing. IT seemed to be a play. I love writing plays! Preforming... not so much. I ripped a paper from my notebook and wrote basic ideas, before fixing on one. I set to writing it.

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Finally. My hand burned, but I was DONE.

Spoiler

Life. It's so... almost not worth it. You may notice I said ALMOST(Say with emphasis). Yes; it's almost not worth it. (Sighs dramatically, looks into the distance) The pain... it's terrible. But the joy is too great to turn away. People might leave you, be it killed or for something else. The pain of loosing them, it's unbearable sometimes. When you're the older sister, and the only one who understands why dad isn't coming home. The younger ones will say 'where's da, mommy?' to Mother or 'where is he, sis?' How do I answer? They're kids, for goodness sake. But the smile across their face when they get a nickle to but a pop, or when Christmas comes around... It out weighs it. In the end, the happiness makes life all worth it.(draws in breath, honling head high, then letting it fall, exhaling heavily, as if a false pride.) but... the people who've died. The pain I've endured. I wake up at night, screaming, sweat covered. I've seen them in my dreams, seen them killed as I make myself believe they had. (Looks at everyone individually) But i refuse to throw away any hope. Not a speck, not a drop. For everyone who dies, somewhere else int he world, something amazing happens. I refuse to give up. I've struggled to long. To give up it to accept something. Accept it! I may have nothing, but a Pride. That pride is more powerful than anything the world can throw at me. That pride won't ever give in. That pride... Never give up.

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Yes, that's an original monologue. You don't have to read it!

Oh my god! That was really good MilkNCookies!

=) Thanks!

Sorry for my horrible spelling. Not thinking straight. Coughing to much...

~Bliss~

I smile. So Beau was trying to be a script writer. How many different suprises did he have in store for me? Looking at his handsome face I think,hopefully plenty. Turning my mind back to my own pitiful work I grimance. Writing about art wasn't as easy as I thought it would be. I had tried Every Picasso I could think of, The Scream, and even a couple of Georgia O'Keefe's. Nothing. scratching my head I scan my memory. Why hadn't I thought of it before! Scribbling away at my paper frantically, I break my pencil.
"Lend me your pencil," I growl to Beau.
"I feel a storm blowin' ova." Beau says in a fake twangy accent.
I grin at him and he gives me his pencil.
"Done!" I announce with a flourish, a whole five minutes later.
"Hey cool!" Beau looks up from scrunchuating his paper and looks over at mine.
I pull it to my chest.
"No way Mister. I don't want you to die from it's horritity."
Beau laughs and Blossom looks up from her notebook.
"Aw, It can't be that bad." Beau says.
I raise my eyebrow.
"Have you ever seen my writing pieces. My teacher's eyes melted off when he read my peice about Cheese."
Blossom gave a tiny smile.
"Cheese?" She asks.
" It was supposed to be about Wisconsin," I say devensively.
"I trusted you about the zipline. If I promise you my eyes will stay in my head will you let me look?" Beau asks.
"Fine. But I warned you."
I lower the paper and Beau and Blossom peared around at it.
Bored so...Piece:

Spoiler

Mona Lisa is said to be one of the best works of art ever. Why? Her lips are pale and she never smiles. Why paint a woman like that? I belive that Leondardo Da Vinci could see beyond that. Maybe into something we, with our crowded brains, cannot see. Maybe he saw an inner beuaty and TOLD her not to smile to see if we would see what he saw. Maybe...just maybe she was beautiful. They didn't have makeup back then after all. I once heard someone say that the Mona Lisa is plain and boring. I heard another classmate say she failed to impress. She did not fail us.We have failed da Vinci. We have failed to see beauty where it is most effident. Maybe if we just look a little harder and dig a little deeper we can see. Maybe somewhere Mona Lisa, whoever she is, may be smiling down at us. Wide and big, just like she smiled for da Vinci. da Vinci decided that a smile would take away from what was important. On the inside. Just maybe...

That was Bliss not me ,ok? When's Lunch anyway?

*After writing class...it's on the first page, the original post.*
*You know what I realized...Beau, Bliss, Blossom. All B's!!!*

Beau:

Flipping the pages of my leather book, I quickly copied the ending to my play. Finally finishing, I closed the book, wrapped the worn string around it, and stood up "You two ready to go to lunch?"

They both stood up after me and we headed for the dining hall.

*Sorry it's so short, I was rushing. I will post again tonight*

I knew that I meant when was writing over.

~Bliss~

Blossom and I get up and begin to follow Beau when the khaki lady suddenly yells.
"Lunch!"
"Why do you think we got up?" Blossom mutters.
The rest of the kids get up and in a big mass of kids we exit the building. I look around and I realize I only know a few of their names. I would surely have to work on that. Quickening my steps I walk next to Beau.
"What's after this?" Blossom wonders.
I take out my schedule I glance at it.
"Canoe working." An idea pops into my head," It says painting. I wonder if..."
"You can paint what you want?" Beau says.
'Your getting really good at reading me," I laugh.
"Your not that hard to read."
I give him a soft shove. He doesn't move (of course) and just smiles at me.
"How long have you guys known each other?" Blossom asks.
The question shocks me.
"We just kinda ran into each other before the zipline. Or," he gives me a wicked smile," SHE ran into me."
Blossom looks confused.
" I wasn't looking where I was going," I explain," and I litterally ran into him."
She smiles just as we enter the Lunchroom. We get our food and sit down.

I can't think of anything else to say! Sorry...

Beau:

"Canoe working." Bliss replied.

Her eyes suddenly lit up and she continued "It says painting. I wonder if..."

"You can paint what you want?" I finished for her, with a silent chuckle.

'Your getting really good at reading me," She said, giving a melodous laugh.

"Your not that hard to read." I said with a teasing tone and smile.

She gave me a playful shove, but was unable to move me. So insted I gave her a soft smile.

"How long have you guys known each other?" Blossom asked us both.

That kind of surprised me. I wasn't expecting that question.

"We just kinda ran into each other before the zipline. Or," I said, an evil smile spreading across my face, " She ran into me."

Blossom gave a confused look.

"I wasn't looking where I was going," Blossom explained,"and I litterally ran into him."

We went into the lunchroom. After getting our food, we sat down with some of the others.

"Hey everyone." I said kind of quietly.

There were a few replies here and there.

"So what's going on?" I asked.

*Don't know what else to do*

Blossom

These two seemed to be quite... close... for two who had just meet earlier today. The others all ate their food. I glanced around at Beau and Bliss joking. I sighed, pulling out my a pad from my back pocket. I quickly scrawled some ideas onto it, bored.l

Louis:

"So, you're Blossom?" I asked, leaning over slightly to see what she was up to. I about said her name sounded like something out of Bambi or something a hippie would name their daughter, but I caught myself in time. That was frowned upon, correct? "Not hungry, either?" I add, taking note of the fact she wasn't eating. Of course, I wasn't either...

Blossom

"yes, blossom." I said. "And I'm not hungrey. what's your name?" I asked, feeling silly and foolish for acting so kiddish.

Louis:

I grin. "Nice to meet you. I'm Louis, but people back home call me Cujo. They're tryin' to be hipsters or something with their irony or something," I say, as I let my lax leg stretch out, to keep the scar tissue from acting up.

I smiled a bit, before wits got over me and I wiped it from my face.

"Cujo?" I asked him, giggling. "Where could they have though of that?"

~Bliss~

I giggle at Beau's newest joke and glance over at Blossom. She's talking to...I rack at my brain. Louis! That's it! They seem to be getting along quiet well. They seem alike to me, but it's probaly unfair to judge. Louis leans back and I see a scar across his face. I wonder how he got that? He'd be fun to draw exept for that dingy unhappy self position. Just...ick.
"Boo."
I jump and spin around as I feel Beau's breathe on my ear.
"You just have to do that don't you?" I ask with a smile.
"Why of corse."
I pick at my salad. I'm not very hungry. I glance at beau, horsing up his hamburger. a small smile escapes my lips. It's strange how he keeps making me do that. I mean I'm a generally smiley person but Beau just makes me wanna smile. Nonstop. I look up from my salad to see a wicked grin on Beau's face. Uh-oh. That either means I'm in trouble or some good news for me.
"Are you tickilish?"
Oh no. He had asked the dreaded question. The truth was that I am extremly and dreadfullly tickilish.
"Why do you ask," I stall.
He smiles gently.
"Answer my question and I'll answer yours."
That smile just took my breathe away. Seriously. I don't think I can talk.
" Maaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyybeee."

Louis:

I shrug. "It may be because dogs hate me. And, no, I don't know why either," I inform her, gesturing at my face, the slash that made me frowned upon when I entered supermarkets and that caused mothers to stand closer to their kids. I just focus on my food a bit, picking at it while not really hungry. If I felt anxiety (like I had since I'd gotten here) I could go without eating for...well, I'd never recorded how long but...

((Lol. Bliss thinks he's ugly? Shame! *snickers* The funny thing is, I based off his scar from... Dogs hate me, too. *chuckles*))