July Writing Craze: Day 23!!!

What if I just didn't write 1000 words one day?  I feel like the comments wouldn't be too pretty.... but I won't!  I won't just not write!!  I love this blog and writing and I love all of you, so here is another 1000!
Happy reading!! :)

Chapter Nine:  Yori

Hum the Word

Bee-lining up the pavement, grasping her pink towel as hard as she could, Yori mumbled blasphemies under her breath, her bare feet taking the stabbing impact of the pebbles and sticks beneath her.  Yori could see the glorious, shining cabin of 2A coming closer into her line of sight.  Very nearly missing a kid running after a beach ball, Yori made it to the wooden porch and inside the fabulous cabin.  Yori had been running, which she rarely did, because there was no way she wanted to be spotted by the whole camp in a towel and puke orange life jacket, nor did she want to be spotted by the cretin treasure hunters.

            Gasping for breath, Yori put her thin weight on the edge of one of the bunk beds in the front room.  Yori could feel small beads of sweat drip from her chin, landing with a defyingly wet plop onto her pedicured toe nails.

            “Oh, gross,”  Yori hissed, vehemently shaking her foot until the sweat bead slipped off onto the floor.  Yori flipped her hair over her shoulder and slowly eased her way into the back room.  Seeing her silver pumps, black boots, blue and gold heels, and lavender wedges, Yori relaxed (with the exception of seeing her half broken pair of strappy heels).  Her feet would no longer have to endure a river bath of natural human perspiration.

            “Where do you think she is?”  Yori heard Kristina’s voice, dangerously close to cabin 2A.

            “I don’t—Achoo!”  Tegan sneezed, following a loud cry of disgusted exclaims.

            “Cover your mouth!”  Sapphire ordered.

            “Bless you.”  Yori knew that had to be Mallory.  Forgetting the sneezy situation, Yori changed as rapidly as she could.  Throwing on a pair of silver-glittered shorts and a breezy pink top, Yori hoped to her dying day, the girls wouldn’t enter the bedroom, mid-change.  Yori tossed the life jacket and towel in the corner, slipped into her silver pumps, knowing they weren’t close to heels, but also knowing the kids would think they were, gave her tangled hair a thorough brush, and finally, stabbed three earrings into their pierced holes.

            “I know!  Let’s check the dock!  Maybe this will turn into a water fight!”  Tegan piped up.   Four pairs of feet stampeded down the pavement.

            “I hope we can swim!”  Mallory called out.

            “I hope there’s water balloons!”  Kristina squeaked.  Relieved, Yori waited a few more moments before checking to make sure the coast was clear.  Seeing that it was, Yori grabbed her walkie-talkie in case she needed to contact Brody and Velvet, and headed towards the door.  About to leave the cabin, Yori thought of her mail.  She had read her mom’s awful letter, but not her boyfriend’s.  Was Velvet right in that he broke up with her?

            Quickly, Yori dug out her manila envelope and read Steve’s note.  And, sure thing, he broke her heart…and he knew, too.  He knew about her dad and still took what he thought was his rightfully manly liberties and choked her already breaking heart. 

            Mad, Yori ripped the letter in half, threw it to the floor, and stormed out of cabin 2A, cursing the mail system.  She wished it was back in B.D….or B.C. or whenever, when mail took fifty years to reach someone.  Maybe by then, she would have been perfectly happy with someone else.  Why does this always happen to me?  Yori thought to herself, clicking her way down the pavement.  Shoving the terrible thoughts from her circulating brain, Yori searched for Velvet or Brody.

            Yori stood in the middle of the main field before she saw Velvet’s head poking out from the office, waving frantically to Yori.  Yori waved back, happy to see a familiar face that was naïve enough to always like Yori.  Then did Yori realize, that Velvet wasn’t waving to say hello, she was waving her hands in a round-about way, the vigor in her arms as taunting as her nervous eyes.

            Yori shrugged her shoulders and lifted up her hands, palm up, as if to say ‘what in the heck are you telling me to do?’  Then, Velvet started playing charades.  Yori laughed nervously and did a check around her, like she was driving, to see if anyone saw her and the gawking actress associating with each other.

            Looking back, Yori saw Velvet on her knees, running around with her hand lining up her forehead.  Little person looking for someone… 

            Velvet started pointing to her shoes and then at Yori’s shoes.  Oh!  The kids looking for me!

            Velvet then acted out reeling in a fishing line and tying something around whatever she pulled in.  Go fishing..?

            Then Velvet started running around on her knees again, pulling at the air and lifting her arms in victory.  Suddenly, Velvet shot to her feet and ran back inside.  Yori had no idea what Velvet had been trying to…Capture the Flag!  Get the kids to play Capture the Flag!  Yori concluded.  Judging by Velvet’s panicked manic motions, Yori hurried.  She ran to the dock, her heels catching in the grass.  The polish would be so rubbed off on the underside of her platform heels, they would end up being more of a black shade than a silver. 

            “There she is!  We win!  We win!”  Tegan yelled, racing over to Yori.  “Didn’t we win, Yori?  Didn’t we?”

            “Yes, where are the boys?”  Yori said, feeling like a freaky chicken, moving her head all around, trying to find Brody’s campers.

            “Yori!  There you are!”  Matt called, jogging up to Yori who was still jerking around looking for the four little monsters.  Yori had no idea what she was doing, or why she was doing it, but all she knew was that she had to do it quick.

            “Have you seen four little boys?  Brody’s campers?”  Yori inquired, talking quickly and barely glancing at Matt.  Although, when Yori did pass by Matt’s face, she noticed his zit from registration day had healed quite a bit.  A trace of beige cover up caught Yori’s gaze a bit longer, as well.

            “Yeah, they just went to the main field.  There they are, do you see them?”  Matt answered, pointing out to four slumbering boys, dragging their feet by a bag of supplies.

            “We won, right?  What’s our prize?”  Sapphire asked, tugging on Yori’s leg.

            “Thanks Matt!  C’mon girls!”  Yori hollered and took off running to the main field.       

            “Uh…sure?”  Matt replied, feeling like a Jewish elf at Santa’s factory—confused on what he was doing.

            “Why are…we ruuunnning?”  Kristina called, her little voice getting lost in the wind.

            “We’re…gonna play…Capture the….Freaking Flag!”  Yori yelled back, her chest heaving from all the running she was doing.  Why, oh why? 

            “Those are high heels!”  one little boy camper screamed as the five girls came nearer to the other troopers.  Soon all four boys were turning around and bounding over to Yori.  Happy she had got their attention, Yori slowed down.  But as she reduced her speed to a speedy walk, she realized the boys hadn’t slowed down at all.  In fact, they all crashed right into her, shoving her to the ground.  Yori screamed as the four girl campers piled on top of Yori along with the four boys as if they all wanted to possess her.  Yori wiggled and strained, trying to push the little boogers off of her.  Yori had gotten one child off when it came to her conscious that her shoes were being ripped from her feet.  The glittery straps scraped against her skin as four boy campers wrestled them from her.

            “We’ve already won!  Yori said so!  Say so, Yori!”  the girls were yelling, batting at the boys.

            “We have the heels!”  the boys were shouting, waving Yori’s 500 dollar pumps in the air without a care.

            “Give them back, we’ve already won!”  the girls cried back, pushing into Yori’s stomach to get back on their feet.  When everyone was off of her and she had a moment of pulling it together, Yori bounced to her bare feet, grabbed her pumps from the boys, and hissed in a level and fairly quiet voice, “We’re playing Capture the Flag.”  All the campers silenced their whines and arguments, snatched up their flags, and put two pennants on each side of their playing area.

            Yori glanced at the office, able to see Velvet’s back smashed against the door, her arms spread wide, as if she was trying to keep someone from going outside.  Katie.  Katie, the evil woman who was so rude to Yori all the time, was going to suspend Yori any second.  Yori needed to go out with a punch, at least.  Yori threw her pumps to the side, only slightly wincing when she heard them land, and yelled to the eight campers, “I’m on the girl’s team!”  All four girl campers cheered and high-fived.

            “No fair!”  one of the boys complained.

            “What?  Can’t take us?”  Yori teased and made a run for the pennants on the other side.

            “Get her!”  the same boy cried.

Thanks for reading!  Hope you liked it and stay tuned!!

And remember guys:  Try to mix up your words.  Sometimes it's hard to not get stuck on saying 'good', 'bad', 'very', 'said'...plain words like that.  Those words are probably my weakest points.  Try to dance around those words, using a thesaurus.

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                Maddie