We were having a family meeting at our house the day that school got
out. Chris and I were the only ones that were arguing agenst going to a camp
but everyone seemed to like the idea.
"But mom, if we don't want to go then why do we have to go?" he whinned.
"Yeah just let thoughs three go and we'll stay," I pleaded.
She gave us an evil look that could kill. "I said you are going and that is
final," she proclaimed but Chris and I still protested.
"It's just not fair!" I yelled.
"Well life's just not fair, now is it Starr?" she commanded, meeing my
father who died when I was just two.
"Now why do you have to bring him into this?" I could feel myself rise with
anger.
She looked straight into my eyes and simply said, "I didn't bring him up,
you just thought it that way, and you are going to camp."
I couldn't take it anymore, I had to leave, leaving Chris with all the
yelling. Poor guy, shouldn't have to suffer like that.
After everything cooled down a bit, and Chris and I lost, we were going to
camp, I desided to go and tell one of my best friends, Rebecka, where I was
going to spend my summer.
She didn't think much of it, really.
"So where is this aledged camp?" she asked me after about already a milllion
had been asked.
"It's in Michigan, I belive," I said not sure how the weather would be,
seeing I lived in New York.
"Oh ok," she said simply then she jumped on her bed and quickly grabbed her
camera out from under her bed and snaped a few shots of me.
"Wo why did you do that!?!" I yelled trying to grab the camera from her.
"I want to remember you as you are," Rebecka laughted.
The rest of the day we spent with our 'group'. We're the kind of group that
gets the reputation of being witches, though there are guys in our group, and
putting spells on people, especly preps. The way we most like to scare people
is at the park on our roller blades. We only like to scare the people that
we know that are in our school, hay it's fun.
I said my good-bye's to all of them because I was leaving the next day,
really that soon!
That night before I went to sleep, which I didn't sleep much, I
was too rapped up in thinking about the camp, I wrote in my jornal,
as I do every night. I wrote;
June 13th
Dear Jornal,
Today when I got home from school, mom told me that we were all
going to a camp in Michigan, or in the upper palinsala, or the
U.P., or whatever. Chris and I totally freaked but Teresa,
Jackie, and Emma seemed to like the idea. At this camp, Camp
United, what a crummy name well anyway, you have to take three
chorses, I picked general music, landscape arts, and sports. Well
general music won't be bad, I suppose, I will be able to express
myself with my music and I do write it and I do play almost every
insterment I pick up, so it shouldn't be too bad, landscape arts
should be easy, just paint or draw or whatever you see, then
there's sports, I'm not the worst but I'm not the best...hum
wonder how that will turn out...I just hope I won't be up aginst
Chris in anything or he'll kick my little butt! Hehe ok ok I
think that's all for tonight so I'll leave you with my last words,
'Blessed be' or whatever! hehe man I better get to bed it's going
to be a big day tomorow!
Starr Dizenar
I closed my jornal and laied on my bed wondering how I could
bare a summer of missery.The next day all four of us packed for camp, Emma was to young to go, I surly didn't want to go neather did Starr and we tried to plead mom one more time but she rufused to budge. The plans were that the five of us were going to take the next flight to Chicago, then take a charter bus to the camp called, 'Camp United', with others that were going. "Ok now is everyone packed?" asked Tom ready for us all to leave so him and mom could be together. "No I forgot my brush," said Starr and she ran upstairs to get it then Teresa looked and said, "Tom can you get me one on the way to the airport?" Teresa kind of idolized Starr though Starr was more a scary, witchy type while Teresa was a prepy type. Tom nodded and we were off to the airport.
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