1. I care more about the purity of my acid virginity than my actual, sex virginity.
What the hell is wrong with me
This ferocious bear painting illustrates the life of a lonely drifter, trying to understand the complexities of the world and search for ultimate happiness.
And maybe a sexy man-bear to cuddle up to :3
Proof I have NO business writing a long novel.
I GET BORED OF IDEAS SO FAST.
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Part 3:
Allison has a Plan!
After showing us the classroom, Felicity dragged us to the Kitchen building, the sports shed, and then we ended up at the lake.
“This, my dear campers, is Lake Dandelion,” she said very proudly, outstretching her arm into the horizon. I was dissapointed by the lack of dandelions like I had imagined – and the lack of flower life thereof – but the beauty of the water hit me quickly. We had been walking along a small river, held between two boring and very plain fields of hay. Then the river burst into a tide of open water, decorated with geese, birds, frogs, seagulls, and even a deer way off on the other side. The delicate fawn spotted the unkempt herd and dashed off to safety, leaving a still and picturesque landscape.
I didn’t want to leave so soon, but we passed the bridge and then ended up, circularily, back at the front of the chateau.
“What do we do now, miss?” said the plain boy from the bus.
“Now, you get to see your dorms!” she exclaimed happily.
We retrieved our luggage from the bus, and I realized it would have been far more efficient to have simply done that first, rather than leave our things in the bus for so long. I grabbed my bag and followed a group of girls down a pathway to the side of the Chateau, leading to 2 small cabins.
“Boys,” Felicity said, pointing to the right cabin, and then, obviously, “girls,” as she pointed to the left. We each got into our cabins and found the counsellor of our respective genders – in my case, June.
“Okay girls, you’ve each been given a designated room with another girl, so I’m calling out names and room names and I’ll pair you up and show you where to go!” she said, too fast to really hear her properly.
I was a little dissapointed that we had to share rooms, because I kinda wanted to be alone. My name was the fourth, after the Birch room and Evergreen room, and the next name called out was Allison James.
“You girls are getting the Suger Maple room!” June said, too excitedly. The other girls cried out in sorrow, hoping to grab such a sugary and pretty room name. Not that I cared or it even remotely mattered what the rooms were called anyways – they were all furnished the same anyways.
It was the room down the hall, first past the corner. A nice cozy spot. Allison and I walked silently to our rooms and opened it with our little gold key. I was pretty impressed: all wood bed, thick red sheets and comfy pink pillows, and a big dresser and nightstand for our clothes and other things.
Allison was the first to talk. “This place is pretty ok, don’t you think?” she asked.
“Yeah. It’s bigger than I thought, and the pillows aren’t made out of plastic or anything.”
Allison laughed, a small and full chuckle. “So you’re Becky? I’m Allison.”
“Yeah, I guess we’ll be roommates.”
“That’s cool – I mean, you seem cooler than most of those other girls out there, y’know?”
I really liked that, because nobody had ever called me cool before – except that time Jackie said it. “Yeah, you too.”
She was pretty cool, too, I guess. She had long blonde hair, but it wasn’t a yellowy blonde but more of a soft, hay blonde. She had really dark eyes, and was kinda tall. She looked 12, but I didn’t want to ask how old she was because if she asked me and found out I was so young, she might not like me anymore.
After we settled in, June took us outside and told us an alarming fact: “except for meals and some group activities, camp will be segregated. That means boys stay with boys, and girls have activities with the girls. And me!”
I was a little confused by her last statement after saying we’d be with girls, but was more concerned by the fact that I wouldn’t get to see Jackie a lot anymore. How would we run camp now? The more I thought about him, the more it bothered me, and I really just wanted to see him again.
June took us out to a hay field by the river, and we got around to playing some lame camp games. While everyone else played, Allison and I huddled close and talked.
“So what’s this whole thing about ‘no boys’, huh?” she said to me. “It’s not camp if there’s no damn guys!”
“I know!” I said, trying to make a mature voice. “Like, how are we going to have fun?”
“Right?” she said. I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to respond, but she continued, “Don’t worry Becks. I have a sneaky plan.”
Part Two:
Becky and Jackie at Camp
Everyone climbed off the bus in a heap of anxiousness, excitement, fear, joy, and some even boredom. I would have been more inclined to look around as I tend to do, but found myself distracted. The boy was my age or just a big older: 10, or grade 5 (I would be going into). He had brown hair, which was a little long at the back, and hung over his eyes just a bit. I noticed that he had slightly squinty eyes, and big eyebrows. Not ugly big, but manly big. They made him look like a teenager.
The Camp Leader quickly took us all into the cottage that she called, The Chateau. We had parked right outside the front doors, and I didn’t get to see much else besides the deep forest behind the big brown Chateau. I didn’t know what it meant, but it had a fancy ring to it. Once inside, she instructed us to sit in the big living room on one of the chair or couches. I sat beside the brown hair guy.
“Welcome to Camp Dandelion Lake, kids!” she said in a big voice. It sounded like she wanted to be really friendly so everyone would feel good, but it just made it seem like she thought we were stupid. “I’m your camp leader, Felicity! These two kids here are June and Eric, your camp counsellors!”
“Hey kids,” June said. I knew it was June because there was a boy and a girl, both wearing matching camp shirts and jean shorts, and there were no other girls around who could be called June.
“We’re going to be your instructors and teachers!” the one named Eric said.
Before we thought otherwise, June quickly added, “but we’re just like you! Cool kids, not big grownups. So we’ll get along!”
I felt embarrassed for her when she said that, but I also felt embarrassed for us: is that how she thinks that we think?
“So you guys can talk to us about anything!” Eric told us. “We’re buddies!”
I scanned the room. I was sitting strangely still, trying to keep a cool posture because that boy was right beside me. I pretened to look out the window but was actually looking at him: he was rolling his eyes and smirking, and occasionally letting out a snicker.
Felicity took over. “Now, I’m going to show you kids around the camp. This is the main chill space, where everyone can hangout.”
To this day, I’m not sure if these people know that that’s not how 10 year olds talk. Maybe in four years.
“We call this the Chateau room, because it’s the first room in the Chateau. Now we’ll go to the classroom.”
When she said the C word, the kids broke out in moans of pain and agony. Classes? In the summer? It was like we had died, and gone to some strange camp hell; or we were dreaming, stuck in a nightmare where you had summer school.
“Classroom, smashroom,” brown haired boy said. It was possibly the best use of that double-word phrase I had ever heard. “I bet they won’t even be able to drag us to a single class, right gang?”
What I liked about him was that he didn’t hype himself up, or make us jealous. Instead he pulled us in, made us seem like a cool team, and I liked that. Sometimes he’d look at me after talking and I’d like to think he just meant me and him, and everyone else was left out. But he probably didn’t.
The camp workers were already in the classroom, so we followed them up the long flight of stairs. There were no hallways, just doors and stairs leading into rooms. Everyone took a seat and Felicity talked about something, but I don’t know what, because something amazing happened.
“Hey, you,” the brown haired guy said, and I turned around. Even though he was looking right at me, I couldn’t believe he actually wanted to talk to me.
“Yeah?”
“You’re… well, you’re pretty cool,” he said. He made it sound like he just wanted to say that and nothing else after it, because he ended it pretty well. Some people say that before they get into something else, and they say that really shyly and swifty so they don’t get embarrassed, but not him.
“Oh. Thanks. You’re okay too.”
“Say, what’s your name anyways?”
“Becky, and you?”
“Name’s Jackie.”
“Cool, Jackie,” I said, because I really had nothing else to say and didn’t want there to be a weird silence.
“Hey, Becky?” he said, and leaned in real close. “We’re going to run this camp, you know that?”
Part One:
The Field and Frenzy
It was a rainy Tuesday the day we arrived at Dandelion Lake. The beat-up yellow bus, smoking like a burning engine from the exhaust, pulled up at the Camp Leader’s little shack at the end of a long road. As I gazed out the windows, I could only notice the rows and rows of tiny yellow dandelions along the field. I thought, with so many dandelions, I’m going to be sick of them in no time.
After briefly stopping by at the cottage, the bus continued to pounce back down the long stretch of road and make a left where it had previously taken a right, this time driving us down a windy road into a bowl of big green trees. It was at this point I began to hear the murmur of kids around me, and pitched an ear to listen.
“Do you think that they serve good food here?” asked a rather bland looking boy a few seats down. I was sitting near the middle of the bus, farther back, and the commotion came from the elonged seat near the rear windows and the chairs surrounding it.
“Wait – what if they don’t?” said the dramatic boy sitting behind him. “We’ll starve to death here!”
There was suddenly a large frenzy on the bus, stemming from the idea of many unique and odd “what if” scenarios. “What if they don’t have a tee-vee?” said one. “What if there are bears?” said another and, adding on to that, a girl said, “what if the bears eat all our food?”
“I bet they’ll make us wake up really early!” an unidentified girl shouted from somewhere.
Suddenly, a boy so charismatic and bright began to speak, and I was very surprised I hadn’t seen him before. “Are you kidding? They can’t make me wake up. They can’t make me do anything!”
“Why do you say that?” I found myself asking, if only because no one else had said a thing.
Suddenly his eye caught mine and I felt flustered – flustered that he heard what I said, was now thinking about it and realizing it was me who had said it.
“Because I’m the boss of this camp!” he told me, to my relief. I was expected an insult, like most boys tend to respond with when you talk to them. Instead I was returned with a smile and wink of an eye.
I was so distracted I didn’t even notice the bus had stopped and pulled up at a cottage down past the row of trees. We had arrived.
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NOTE:
This is my rushed and scribbly attempt at conducting a cute, young-love story about a group of kids at a summer camp. It’s about rebellion, it’s about love, it’s about summer, it’s about camp, and it’s about the youth we all have in our memory.
I suggest listening to:
Hurt So Good – John Mellencamp, Into The Mystic – Van Morrisson, Come on Feel the Noise – Quiet Riot, Rebel Girl – Bikinikill, anything by Neil Young (Notably Powderfinger), or any country/classic rock or punk song that reminds you of your rebellious childhood days.
List of movies I want to watch: (No order)
1. My American Cousin
2. Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind
3. Camp Nowhere (Again)
4. Virgin Suicides
5. Wet Hot American Summer
6. Poison Ivy
7. Little Darlings
8. Summer Camp Nightmare
Books I want to read:
1. In a Sunburned Country
2. Bag of Bones
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