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Hi, my name is Candice
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 | Can an Outfit Complete A guy's Heart? *1* |
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 4.88 with 16 vote(s)
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| Created: 2008-07-14 13:42:00 |
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CHAPTER 1
Dear diary,
A camp away from my friends over the summer is way past crucial. My parents set me up on going to this camp for a whole month because they couldn’t bring me on vacation with them, the only good thing about this camp is that I get to be away from my parents! Yeah, after five seconds surprise is over. The camp is called “Teen leadership camp” well then why can’t I lead with my friends… My parents think I don’t have enough responsibility can you believe that? I bet you the people at the camp are probably some thin, nasty looking nerd, and his nerd “crew,” ugh! Wish me luck I already packed my bags and it’s first thing tomorrow morning, talk about a penalty! At least my brother’s happy I’m going away, wait that’s not a good thing! Forget him! And guess when I have to wake up? 6: 00, and on a Saturday! Well it’s the summer but still, I’ll have eye-bags in the morning, I’m not being a drama queen or anything but I do NOT look good with eye-bags I look like a dead frog trying to constipate! Ew, I feel grossed out! Oh well, misery happens in everyone’s life at least once. Hope I survive!
-Candice
“Buzz!” The dread of hearing my alarm clock go off sounded more terrifying in my sleep it just kept blaring in my head, until it got on my nerves. I grunted and banged the alarm off. I slowly got up, my eyes still partially shut, and everything seemed so blurry. All of a sudden I hadn’t noticed the big suitcase in front of me (which I packed last night for camp) as I tripped over one of them and fell to the ground with a thud. I whined sleepily for my stupid life to end. I got up and worked my way to the washroom. When I washed my face, everything seemed clear again like a bunch of clouds in my eyes clearing up after a thunderstorm.
I washed up and was taking forever to choose what I wanted to wear, if I was going to make new friends at camp I had to look interesting not lame. Fashion sense comes around everywhere, can’t live without it. I pulled out a bunch of tops that looked cute but none of them were…interesting.
I glimpsed at my watch. 7:15. 15 more minutes left! I rushed; I couldn’t get a cute top right away, so I grabbed a sweatshirt and shorts, I know not a good combination! I skipped breakfast, and grabbed my suitcases. “Mom! Dad!” I yelled wondering where they were. I looked everywhere until I reached a note on the kitchen table, it said:
Dear Candice,
Sorry honey, we had to leave early for vacation with your brother, the plane was going to leave early so we left this note, we also called a bus over for you at 7:30. Love you, call us when you get there, stay safe! We love you honey, we’re very sorry.
Love, mom & dad
Great, just great. Leaving a note doesn’t mean anything, how could they!
I waited out side, and the bus came just in time before it started raining. Everybody in the bus were just staring at what I was wearing. I don’t blame them. There were better outfits than this but for some reson I was stupid enough to wear this one.
The bus driver held out his hand. Cr.ap. I forgot to get my purse how bad could this get. “Hold on, I’m sorry I’ll be back, stay here.” I said trying to smile like there was no problem, I ran back inside fidiling with the key with my free hand, the longer I took the more wet I got trying to open the front door, now I was all wet especially my hair. I ran inside and rummaged through to find it, I grabbed it and dashed back to the bus. “Sorry, um…uh here.” I said, panting from running around back and forth.
I glanced around, just realizing I had forgot to do my hair, bad thing is I realized in front of a really cute guy. I had my hair in a bun and a dozen strands of hair hanging down at the front, good enough. Who am I kidding it looked terrible, plus my hair was wet from the rain. I was soggy and completely wet. Plus to add more tragedy there was only one seat left which was next to the boy… “Hah, hi.” I said to him, as I sat down. “Hey. You look…tired, and wet.” He said, as he wiped his hand which I had accidently brushed some rain on. “Sorry.” I said sighing. Embarrassing. I looked away trying not make a conversation.
“I’m Tyler, you?” He asked. D.amn, he started talking to me. “Uh, I’m um…” Omigsh! I totally suck at talking to cute guys. “You forgot your name?” He asked, chuckling. “Um, no my name’s uh…Candice.” I managed, as I gulped. I looked away from utter shame, and tried not to talk to him...ever.
“So, where are you headed to?” Tyler asked. Uh-oh he’s talking to me, what should I say? Should I say “none of your business?” Nah, that sounds like I think he’s a stranger. I should say the truth, no then he’ll think I’m a total geek.
“Um, hello? I asked you a question didn’t I?” He asked confused, trying to face me. “Oh, um…I have…to go to…the restroom, excuse me.” I hesitated, as I got up. Thank goodness this was a trip bus, where there are restrooms or else I would’ve made myself look completely stupid. I sauntered down the aisle, toward the washroom. I walked in, and pulled out a raspberry flavoured lip gloss. At least that would make me look somewhat better. I was still soaked, but a bit dry. Hmm? Should I take long, so I won’t be able to talk to him? Wait that would make him think as if I’m talking the longest “dump” ever. That is embarrassing, not to mention sickening…ew. But if I take shorter time he’ll think that I was hiding something from him…like a running nose…If I take in the middle he’ll think I’m just those normal girls who use the washroom then do a lip gloss check or something. There, so I’ve decided that I should take time in-between. I already did a lip gloss check, I still had time so I should get started on my hair…should I? No, wait then he’ll think I went to the washroom to impress him. Oh cr.ap this is hard, stressing in a girls restroom in a trip bus, over a random boy I won’t ever see in my life…wow. Wait if I won’t ever see him it really doesn’t matter what he thinks!
I opened the door of the girl’s restroom, and stride back over to my seat. He was still there. I pretended I didn’t remember that he asked me a question. For a while it was silent.
“So, my question…answers please?” He asked, sounding like he thought I was a total dummy. “Oh…yeah, so the question was where I was heading for right? I’m going to…my…um…friend’s inn to meet her.” I sputtered, still facing the opposite direction. “Oh. You’re friend owns the inn?” He asked puzzled. “Yeah…” I said, strangely. “But isn’t she still a teenager like you?” He asked, perplexed. Ohhh brother, pressure, stress, constant worry, nervous tension, it’s all coming back! “Oh, her father…owns it…”
“Wow.” He said impressed. “Yeah, I know…” I sat there, crossing my fingers hoping for him not to start another conversation. I didn’t even think about asking him where he was headed for, I bet some place cooler than mine. Clearly.
Wait, if I pulled out my diary, he might not bother me, thinking that I’m busy. So I pulled it out of my leathered bag. “What’s that?” He asked. “Um it’s something for my friend at the inn so…I need to write some stuff…for her so…I need quiet…” Da.mn! Now he thinks I think he’s annoying! More pressure! “Well, sorry!” He blurted out. “No! I…um didn’t.” I snapped not knowing what to say. At least he wouldn’t bother me anymore…
Dear diary,
I’m in the trip bus my parents sent me in, and now I’m sitting next to a guy named Tyler, who is EXTREMLY cute, but I look terrible and can’t do anything about it! I’ve been lying to him for the whole ride now. I want to talk to him but if I had to picture this moment it would be, me dressed in the most drop-dead gorgeous outfit ever to be made, my hair dry, clean, and straight ironed! Yeah, but it’s never going to happen now is it? Exactly. I don’t know if he’s mad or something! As long as I write in my diary he won’t say a word! Which is great? I guess it is great…But I don’t know how long it’ll take, to reach to that dumb camp. But I could tell you one thing, Tyler is hot! With those twinkling deep, sky blue eyes, that perfect smile, white teeth, black, sleek hair brushing down his forehead. He makes me squirm, but too bad I don’t make him feel the same way I do! I look like an entire wreck but the lip gloss did make me look slightly better. Surely I’ll get off this stupid bus in…Oh! Drivers calling the people who go to the camp I guess time’s up! Write to you later!
-Candice
“Okay! So these are the people who go to ‘Teen Leadership Camp’, Candice McSteven, Tyler Daniel, Linda Sanders, Mike Barossa, and Tiffany Jones.” The bus driver announced, as a bunch of people gathered in a line to get of the bus and get their suitcases.
Omigsh! Tyler’s going to the same camp as me! God, please tell me this is NOT happening! Now he knows I’m not going to my friend’s inn because I’m not! Gahh!! Now I’m the biggest liar at this camp!!!! WHAT SHOULD I DO??? |
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