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Look people, of your against gay right's or homosexuals, don't read it, I don't need haters, it could be an eye-opener though. You read at your own risk, if you get offended, that's your beef. Not mine! And if your homosexual, and you feel I got some things wrong, feel free to in-box me how you think it should be.
It was the first week of August, the wind was blowing, the flowers were blooming, and I was going to freaking summer camp. Most kids would be ecstatic, and in a way I was, but mostly I was dreading it, I mean the camp owner was my aunt for Pete’s sake! But my best friends were there, Rose, Kat, Annie, Minnie, and Cassy. I met them eleven years ago, when Rose, Cassy, and I were all six and Annie, Minnie, and Kat were seven, we’re all in the same age group, because we all barley met the cut off. And this was our second to last year.
The first thing my step-mom said the day before I left for Camp Vida La Vega, which by the way is a completely made up name, is “Don’t forget sunscreen and bug spray wimp, your hard to deal with enough without those access bug bites and a sunburn. Oh! And don’t hurry back, wrench.” then walked off laughing.
“Oh ha-ha, you know what, screw you Gretel!” I said under my breath as my favorite song came on the radio. I cranked it up and started dancing around my room, using a hairbrush as a microphone when my dad walked in. His deep green eyes showed disappointment in my ‘unruly’ behavior, and he said with a note of disgust, “Lucy, grow up a little please, you dress like your emo, and act like your five, but your life is perfect, deal with it! Now, you all packed? I want you ready to go in the morning when Julie comes.”
“I’m ready dad, and I’m not emo! I don’t act like it either!” I said, barley stopping myself from wincing at the pain I felt. He sighed, shaking his head,
“Whatever Mirabelle, just whatever.” he walked out, and I stood up from my seat at the window and slammed the door shut and locked it, then ran back to the blinds and slammed them shut, blocking out the glorious sunny day, into the dark purple room and my ‘Boy’s like Girls” album. I sat and let the anger fester inside of me, not letting it out. By the time I was done festering, my parents had left on a date, and I cooked my self some pizza and called my boyfriend Trevor. We didn’t talk about much, just his football game. At about eleven-thirty I went to sleep, and let the dreams of that same dark stranger that had been haunting my dreams wash over me, and drag me into present, yet terrifying dreams.
I t was dark again, the lack of light was comforting in a way, it’s how I tend to like things. The sweet breeze of a warn summer’s night wafted from all over, and I breathed in that smell of my childhood. A twig snapped, and I jumped, but already knew who it was. A dark, raspy laugh came from behind me, and I melted although it was scary at the same time. “Why won’t you show your face?” I asked the question I had in every dream I had with them in it.
“You wouldn’t like what you see, Blondie.” The dark stranger rasped at me, a cold, tan hand slid down my arm, and I shuddered in pleasure at their touch. I really liked my dreams, in that one touch that dark stranger made me feel wonderful and gave me more pleasure in one touch then Trevor did in all our make-out sessions combined.
“You wouldn’t know that, though would you?” I asked my voice accusing and harsh,
“Just trust me on this, you wouldn’t like it,” their voice soft and sad.
“Then what can I call you?” I said, trying to make them happy again. They chuckled, and said,
“A. call me A.” He, I hope, said jokingly. He pushed my short blond hair off of my neck, and lightly kissed the back of my neck, “sleep tight, Blondie.” He said, slowly pulling off of me, and the second he did, the despair came flooding back into me. Then out of no where started a ‘beeping’ then it got louder, and I woke up to hocking, I sat up in my zebra-print bed spread and screamed, then whispered under my breathe, “dang it!” I slept through my alarm! I jumped up and threw on the cloths I had already picked out and brushed my teeth and put on deodorant and such, since I had taken a shower that night. I threw my suitcase on my back and ran at top speed, and when I got to my Auntie Julie’s car, I threw it in the back, taking care to get my brush and makeup in the front so I could do my make-up in peace. “Hi there girlie!” she said in her thickly accented voice, musky from her last cigarette.
“Hey!” then we hugged and were on our way. The car ride was long and grueling, so I pulled out my I-phone when the classic country scenery became to boring to deal with. Auntie Julie was singing off-key to some old eighty’s song and I was chuckling at her odd and old dance moves. “What sugar?” she had twanged at me,
“Nothing Auntie J, nothing,” I said still chuckling, just glad to be out of that horrible house, and in the old, beat-up, paint chipping off, old Ford truck. Breathing in the fresh air out of the open window, I looked over at her. She had her favorite old pair of blue over-alls that were paint splattered, and an old faded t-shirt. Her long brown hair was pulled up in an un-tidy bun and her small green eyes were protected by a pair of sunglasses. I looked nothing like her, except in build, we both had an athletic build, long legs, thin torso, and long arms. I pulled out my I-pod and turned up Korn and slowly slipped off into a dream-less nap.
“Lucy! We’re here!” I woke up to a musky, yet excited voice and prodding on my pale shoulder.
“Ah!” I shouted as I jumped from my nice, make-up-for-no-sleep last-night nap. The gravel road we had seemed to be on just a few minutes ago was long gone, and in its place was a newly paved parking lot. There were screaming kids and screeching teens being reunited with friends. There on the horizon were the cabins for the first years, and the shy ones were trudging up the hill to the foreboding things. I jumped out after checking my face, and ran towards the registration office. The brick building loomed in the bright blue sky. I could feel the returning girl’s excitement, I breathed in the air and a gigantic smile split my face in half.
