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More Fear

August 11, 2011
By JenJenJ-Wow PLATINUM, Brielle, New Jersey
JenJenJ-Wow PLATINUM, Brielle, New Jersey
38 articles 61 photos 36 comments

Favorite Quote:
Dealing with backstabbers, there was one thing I learned. They're only powerful when you've got your back turned.
You've got enemies? Good. That means you actually stood up for something in your life.

School has finally ended. Today is the first day of summer camp. And I can’t wait to meet my best friend, Liza, there. I hop out of my mom’s car, saying a quick goodbye, before I run into the intense rays of the sun. I feel myself heating up as I make my way to the welcoming shade of the trees. I make it, and wave to Liza, skipping over to her.
“Hey Liza!”
“Hey Cami, how’s it going?”
“Good, but way too hot. Wanna go inside for a bit?”
“Yeah, definitely,” she says, taking my hand, leading me into the air-conditioned maze of halls. Still holding onto my hand, she pulls me left.
“Um, Liza, where are we going?”
“You’ll see,” she replies.
“We’d better not make a right!” We make a right.
“We had better not go straight now!” We go left now. She half drags me through the door of the auditorium. When I see what’s inside I frantically try to wriggle out of her grasp. It doesn’t work. I haven’t given up the fight yet though. This time, I just go slack-- dead weight in her arms-- and we both fall to the floor. Dang it! She still has me! Just then, the guidance counselor comes in. Mrs. Brightside. More like Mrs. Come-to-the-Darkside. She walks to the center of the room, to the dreaded item.
“We’re doing this to help you, Cami,” she says before pushing “play” on the boom-box. Silence, and then Usher’s “More” plays, full blast. I shriek, and squirm around. Liza and Mrs. B. start singing, softly. Liza releases me, and stands up. I get up slowly. I stop shrieking. I just stand, and listen. Soon enough, the song is over. No one says a word. Liza and Mrs. B. stare at me expectantly, and I glare back.
“Well, play it again,” I finally spit out. They both cheer, turn on “More”, and we all dance.

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