Hi guys, I may not be able to post for a little while, so can someone sort of bring me in. Maybe make me lock myself into my room? I would put this in the DT but I can't see it. Sorry, I'll post as soon as I can! Merry Christmas!
I sighed as I launched myself onto the bed. As I hit the matress I heard a sudden cracking sound, and the bed had sloped inwards slightly. Oops... I laid there and acted non-chalonte, I wouldn't want anyone to be mad at me already. I noticed a sad looking kid walk into the room, I waved to him. "Over here" I said. He looked up, then walked over towards the bed. "What's your name. And is there something bothering you?"
"Samuel. And I don't want to talk about it. As if you actually care."
"Try me"
"I said no" he looked quite cross, and wandered away again.
So much for making friends... All of us slept in one room? Well this would be interesting. Something gave me the odd feeling that nobody was going to be sleeping too soon tonight, which was good. It's not very often you sneak some good quality Glenmorangie Whiskey in the two side pockets of your baggy trousers. I was quite suprised that nobody noticed that they were inside out though. "Tonight's gonna be a blast" I chuckled.
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Laments of passion Obstructed by fear. Under guises of jovial chatter; Incredulous hopes Steadily feasting away- Eating away at my heart.
I immediately check everything out when I get off the bus. The place seems okay, albeit a bit old-fashioned. Better than home, anyway. There's a family standing there talking, but I kind of tune out, just looking at everybody. There's a group of ten kids, me included, mostly misfits. The family seems a bit annoyingly upbeat, but the teenage son seems kind of hot. He leads us to our cabins.
I silently slip off toward the stables. Animals beat a bunch of whiney girls anyway.
"It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to, than I have ever known..." A Tale of Two Cities, by Charles Dickens.
I'd scoped the place out pretty good on the ride in. The place is a good hundred or so miles from any town. I wondered if anyone would notice if I slipped away for a run on such a big property. The owners seemed alright, if not a little too perky for my taste. I didn't get a real good read on the daughter, Lola, but her brother Beau seemed pretty full o himself. I noticed a few of the campers. Like that rich looking girl in my cabin who I wasn't sure I wanted to know. Then there was Pinky over there. She called herself Sugar, well if we're doin' that I'll be Spice. Anyway, that kid Marcel seemed alright, more my kind of person. A bunch of these campers were way too perky for me. Eh, my fellow campers and I could go either way.
Now I sat on my bunk, staring upwards at nothing, waiting for nothing... Maybe to get my bag back. I glanced toward the door. No one was over there because everyone was checking out there beds. So I got up and walked out. I figured I had ten minutes to before Mr. Farmboy came back with his list.
I walked out to the inner edge of the woods and slid down the base of a huge tree. Examining my wrist, I found that the break was pretty much healed bu no there was an ugly bruise encircling my wrist like a grotesque bracelet. I rubbed my hands along my skin. I was still able to feel where the bruises lay just beneath the surface. I could still destinguish each excruciating blow. It was then I noticed the tears making pitiful rivers down my face. My own internal anger flared. How could I cry like this when I knew others were just steps awa. When had I become so weak that I could let myself cry.
Both a sob and a furious roar rose in my throat. I willed myself to calm down. Now I was on my feet, my fist clenched and swung . The bark of the tree I had been leaning on broke. Splinters pierced my hand which bled slightly.
(I hope that wasn't too melodramatic but Shay kind of took over. Sorry if I was too mean.)
I smirked, "I'll go with Dave. Anyone know when we get our bleeding bags back?"
I seated myself on the chair in the room and glanced at the blonde one who hadn't spoken yet. I decided I didn't like him. "Nice shoes, man," I said sarcastically.
I reached instincively for my iPod and had a mini heart attack upon discovering its absence. Kentucky is a terrible place.
They took my cell. They took my beer. They took my ipod. They even took most of my books. Good thing I carry my weed on me.
When I show my roommate, he smiles, and we find a hiding spot for it under a loose floorboard. Maybe this Lance kid isn't so bad after all.
"It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to, than I have ever known..." A Tale of Two Cities, by Charles Dickens.
Okay - out of character post that MUST be seen. I'm seeing alcohol abuse and drug abuse rapidly appearing. Keep in mind, in no way will I allow this to be promoting this abuse, to allow this to get out of hand in this storybook, and I am claiming the right as the creator to end it if it gets to what I find too far.
I'm not saying this will happen - in no way. This is just a warning. Keep it in mind. Please and thank you.
Also - I'm not discouraging addiction as part of your character - using all kinds of characters helps a writer grow. It's your character, so go ahead. But this is not just you writing this story, so let's keep it less conspicuous, shall we?
Thank you all! Sorry I had to break the flow - this just had to be seen. Again, I am in no way saying I think any of this will/is happening - I just want to be safe. XD
Sorry. It's just that Sam uses those things. I'll try to be less conspicuous though.
"It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to, than I have ever known..." A Tale of Two Cities, by Charles Dickens.
(Alrighty then, back in character) Shay I took a deep breath and rubbed my injured hand. Great, one arm had a broken wrist, and the other had an injured fist. Oh well, I thought, I might as well go back to the cabin.
Upon return, I found that my bag was sitting on my bed. I rifled through and found that, though things were not in place, everything was still there. I looked around and watched as my cabin mates discovered their missing items. How stupid of them to bring technology, drugs, and booze to this place. It was obviously going to be confiscated. Oh well, they know now.
"I'm going to call him. This is the wong place. You've taken me to the wrong place." April-May picked up her smartphone that had rested on her lap after long gossip conversations with her girl-friends, back home. As she began to dial the number, she saw the number of bars showing that there was no reception.
"Stay here, I'm going to call Daddy." she swung the car door open, knocking someone down to the ground. "Watch where you're going!" She snapped impatiently, holding the phone higher for stronger signal. The little girl April-May had hit with the door got up and ran into a house a little up the road, groaning.
"Stupid..." The sixteen year old mumbled about the recption. "Kyle I--" she turned to find her car had left and Kyle had dropped her two Longchamp travel bags and handbag onto the dusty khaki and grey ground.
She felt the blood course through her perfect little body and tightened her fists into balls, her right hand almost crushing her phone.
"Kyle!" She screamed, her voice echoing around the whole surroundings - hitting the mountains and even the branches and leaves seemed to have shaken more than they had previously shaken in the warm early-summer breeze.
Needless to say, this was not going to be April-May's last scream that summer.
when she needs to shelter from reality she takes a dip in my daydreams
Mom and Dad had not too long ago left to give the campers their bags back when I heard someone coming running up to the house. Lola swung open the screen door, which proceeded to slam shut behind her.
Tears in her eyes, but not spilling over, she said, "Beau...I hate it here. I want to go be with normal people. With kids my own age."
A sigh heaved my chest. I loved it here, but just as Lola, I missed civilization. Missed being with people. It's no picnic being around a bunch of kids my age who are living a normal life and know the latest thing, and the last thing I remember is a gameboy and a gamecube. Now - ipads? Kindles and nooks? Everything has changed, and I knows virtually nothing about them. And Lola never has. She was born here.
"I know Lola. I know. But we're here for mom and dad." I gave her a soft smile, then a girl outside caught my eye. Late comer. We'd been told about her - that she was going to be dropped off in a seperate car.
Ruffling Lola's hair, I rose and went outside to greet the new girl.
"Hey there!" I called out to her, "My name's Beau!"
Sophie
A knock came at the door and the boy, Beau, came in with a leggy blonde girl who eyed him like a piece of meat.
Jumping up from the floral print armchair I'd just been resting on, I greeted her, "Hiya! My name's Sophia - friends call me Sugar. And you?"
Jackson *moving along XD*
The lot of as sat in what I guess was....a dining hall sort thing. I don't really know. Never been to camp - only know from what I've seen in movies. And, well, we all know movies aren't really ever much like real life, though some may think differently.
Lunch was given to us - a fresh green salad with vegetables and chicken. I stared at the piece of chicken, recalling seeing a bunch of chickens walking around on the way to the cabins. Could this be...?
Brushing the thought away, I tore off a piece and stuck it in my mouth. Whether it was recently killed or not, it was still good. Looking up from my plate, I looked at everyone around the long picnic-like table. The campers table, I assume, seeing the the Corran's were at a different table. Beau, for some reason, sat at our table, next to the beautiful blonde (April-May) beside me, the guy with black and red hair, Marcel, and across from the girl with pink hair, Sophie...she went by sweetie or Honey or something.
The man, Mr....Tim? Tom? Something like that - I'm really gonna have to keep better track of these names - stood up from a table with his wife and daughter and began to speak.
The little orientation including things such as the fact that yes, we will be using outhouses. We will be cooking, growing, raising, killing, and harvesting our own food. We are expected to be on our best behaviour. Blah blah blah. I was pretty focused on my chicken. I was pulled out of my focus when someone spoke to me.
"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you. Could you repeat that?" I said to them.
MARCEL V. BROOKSLunch was a little awkward. None of us knew eachother, so there was a lot of fidgety small talk. Luckily El Camp Owner gave us a bit of a crash course on living with nothing, so we had an excuse not to talk.
I decided to call out the blonde kid from my cabin. He looked like he was in a daze and had a huge streak of chicken juice across his cheek. "Hey. You. Got a little something on your face."
He stared at me for a second, and shook his head. "I'm sorry, I didn't hear you. Could you repeat that?" he said, a little confused.
I rolled my eyes and said again, "Got something on your face, pretty boy. Keep your head outta the clouds." I returned to my salad after giving a grunt at the look the Blonde chick gave me.
Lunch was a little awkward. None of us knew eachother, so there was a lot of fidgety small talk. Luckily El Camp Owner gave us a bit of a crash course on living with nothing, so we had an excuse not to talk.
I decided to call out the blonde kid from my cabin. He looked like he was in a daze and had a huge streak of chicken juice across his cheek. "Hey. You. Got a little something on your face."
He stared at me for a second, and shook his head. "I'm sorry, I didn't hear you. Could you repeat that?" he said, a little confused.
I rolled my eyes and said again, "Got something on your face, pretty boy. Keep your head outta the clouds." I returned to my salad after giving a grunt at the look the Blonde chick gave me.
