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Saturday, July 30, 2011

July Writing Craze: Day 30!!

Second to last day!  I will miss everyone, should I do something for August?


Chapter Thirteen:  Matt
Over Too Soon

The sunlight usually nagged at Matt like a wife to a husband, but not that day.  There was too much he needed to do.  Matt stretched, ruffling his hair that seemed to be dented by the last night’s sleep.  Matt checked past the blue curtain that separated his and his camper’s bedrooms to see if they were all still sleeping.  When he saw they were still dreaming, Matt went back into his room and took the sheet off his bed.  He draped it and tied it around his neck and stood atop his bed.
            “Yori,”  Matt whispered to the air that swirled in front of him.  He shot one arm out, Superman style, and continued,  “Don’t worry!  I’ll keep Katie busy, so you can create the best havoc you can make….which I know will be awesome!  Awesome? …No, great!  I know it will be great…that doesn’t sound right…splendid?  Resplendent, that’s way too big for her…”
            “Matt?”  Salvo, one of Matt’s campers, asked from the doorway, rubbing his eyes.  Matt scrambled off the bed and yanked the sheet from around his neck.  Hurling the sheet across the room, Matt tried to act as calm as he could.
            “Don’t worry, Matt…we all see you talk to no one every morning.  Good thing we didn’t put in that recording device on the robot before, huh?”  Salvo teased, his black spiky hair ridiculing Matt.
            “I don’t know what you’re talking about,”  Matt said, sticking his head up in the air, feeling his brain cells die with the force.
            “Dude,”  Salvo replied flatly.  “Shouldn’t you be actually talking to your girlfriend instead of pretending to be a superhero?”
            “She isn’t my girlfriend, yet,”  Matt corrected, picking up his sheet and tossing it onto his bed.
            “C’mon, that Silk girl—“
            “Velvet.”
            “Velvet, whatever!  Velvet told you that Yori liked you.  You like her, she likes you, I don’t see the confusion,”  Salvo pressed.
            “It’s more complex than you think, little buddy.  She hasn’t said anything to me yet, which doesn’t technically mean she wants to be my girlfriend.  She might want to wait,”  Matt explained.  Salvo shrugged and breathed a I-give-up sigh.
            “Well, I guess everything changes after fourth grade.”
            “C’mon, let’s get ready,”  Matt laughed and patted Salvo on the shoulder.

Havoc was in full swing by the time Matt and his campers had gotten down to the main field.  But not only did it look like a twisted circus, it looked slightly more refined.  An arc of white and silver balloons shaded the main office entrance, bouquets of roses (some of the vases already knocked over and split into a million pieces) cornered the docks and main field, and the pavement Matt and his campers had just walked on felt smoother.
            “Wow!”  Timmy exclaimed, taking in the whole field.
            “I hope we can have a havoc day next year!”  Salvo cried, his missing toothed smile grinning.  Matt couldn’t wait to see the look on Yori’s face when she saw how happening things were.  A counselor walked by on a pair of pink stilts, dressed in a full joker costume.  He had the words Bloody Hell fake-tattooed on his arm.
            “I didn’t know we had stilts had camp,”  another camper of Matt’s, Jim, pondered out loud.
            “Neither did I…”  Matt mused, scratching his mop.
            “Matt!”  Yori came jogging over to Matt from the center of the main field.  She was beaming a radiant smile.  She could have been an ultraviolet ray, she was smiling so happily.
            “Hi Yori,”  Matt replied.  She looked so pretty.  She had a sweater on over a shirt and she also was wearing jeans.  She had on shoes, too.  Man, she looked pretty.
            “Look at this!  Isn’t it great?”  Yori said, gesturing to the huge amount of chaos.
            “What?”  Matt asked.  He couldn’t hear what she had said.  A camper with a boom box had just passed by while riding on a skateboard with skull stickers taped to the top and under.
            “Doesn’t it look great?!”  Yori repeated into Matt’s ear.  Matt could smell Yori’s perfume.  It smelled like the shore of an ocean without the seaweed and salt.  Matt sometimes visited the beach when his sinuses got clogged.
            “Ask her out,”  Salvo urged, punching Matt in the leg.  Matt could feel his face turn red and so he gave Salvo a harsh nugie.
            “Why don’t you and the others go…to that cotton candy machine?”  Matt hissed, glaring him down.  Salvo laughed and rounded up the other campers.
            “Matt’s gonna ask Yori out!”  Salvo cried, starting to run away.
            “Go get her, superhero!”  Jim yelled and the four campers raced away before Matt could beat them down.
            “They’re cute,”  Yori commented, smiling.  She looked so natural and calm.  She must be asked out a lot.  The thought of that made Matt freeze up.  Was he just another guy?  Would Yori say no because he was just another one?  Matt didn’t want to be lost in the crowd of Yori’s other boyfriends.  Matt wanted to stand out to Yori.
            “So, Matt…” Yori remarked, rocking back and forth on her heels.
            “Where’s Velvet?”  Matt blurted, avoiding the conversation he knew he was doomed to have.  It wasn’t that he wasn’t in love with Yori—he was—he just wanted the moment to ask her out to be a really good one, different from anyone else’s.
            “Velvet?”  Yori asked, surprised.  Her two eyebrows were raised and she looked startled.  “Velvet and Brody are pretending to say good-bye and Jan is telling Katie she’ll take care of Velvet and me.  We’ll be gone, as far at Katie is concerned, as long as me and Velvet stay out of Katie’s sight.”
            “Oh, so you already figured out a plan to ensure Katie doesn’t actually make you and Velvet leave?”  Matt asked.
            “That’s what I said,”  Yori chimed.  Disappointed, Matt tried to smile.  He wanted to be the hero who saved the day.  The awkward silence Matt felt when he went to Astronomy club and someone made the mistake of saying auroras were caused by comets, fell between him and Yori.  Wanting it to end, Matt searched his brain for something to say.  Matt struggled.  He could always think of something when the teacher asked for the reason the Sun was hot, or when he had to spell circumbilivagination. 
            “Did you get those stilts?”  Matt finally found something to say, glad to hear the silence filled.
            “Yeah, I got everything here, most of it at least.  That’s why I didn’t come down yesterday, pretty much at all.  I was finding cool things to order and when I found some spot-on stuff, I overnight ordered them.  They all arrived this morning at five o’clock.  I snuck into the office and picked up the boxes.  I spent all this morning, unwrapping and putting parts together with an installment crew.  I actually had to read some manuals, ugh!  I scattered the things around the main field and went into all the girls cabin, waking everyone up to get the havoc started.  Do you like it?”
            “I love it!  You’re pretty dedicated to your mayhem,”  Matt replied, laughing.
            “Looks like it, huh?  Want to ride the zip line?”
            “Zip line?”  Matt repeated.  Where did she even install the zip line?
            “It goes over the lake!  Let’s go!”  Yori exclaimed and ran towards the woods by the lake.


Three zip line rides, two cotton candies, one life-sized chocolate bunny eating contest, one trapeze lesson, and three rides on the mini Tilt-A-Whirl later, Matt and Yori took a rest by the pig racing event center.
            “This is really fun!”  Matt remarked, having to yell a little over the enthusiastic crowd.
            “Did the ref check that one?  C’mon!  That was totally the Winnie Piglet!!”  one counselor hollered from somewhere in the depths of the crowd.
            “Hey!  The press is here!”  another yelled.  Dozens of teens and kids rushed to the magazine reviewers, wanting to add in their two cents.  A camera crew, a few anchor-dressed people, and a few reserved interviews and journalists trailed in after the big shots with the massive cameras and flashy lights.
            “I hope Martin comes soon before the chaos dies down,”  Yori said, worried.
            “He’ll come, don’t worry,”  Matt reassured Yori, hoping he wasn’t wrong.
            “Hey guys!  Did you see the press is here?”  Velvet asked, coming up to Matt and Yori, Brody following behind her.
            “Yeah, does Katie think we’re gone?”  Yori questioned, grinning at Velvet who looked confident.
            “Yup!  As Brody and I were leaving the office to come back down here, we heard Jane telling her she’d handle us.  Katie seemed satisfied that Jane would take care of it.”
            “Does Katie know Martin is coming?”  Matt asked.
            “Nope!  Speaking of which, where is he?”  Velvet replied, turning her head to see if she could see the ‘big boss’ coming.
            “I don’t…look!  An SUV!  That looks important!”  Velvet exclaimed, pointing to the parking lot that was filled with magazine vans and camera crew trucks.  One lonely SUV car pulled into an empty spot.  A driver hopped out and went around to the passenger side to open the door for whoever was sitting inside.  A proper foot stepped out, leading a body that was the body of Martin King.  He had Brad Pitt shades on and was wearing a suit.
            “Is that him?”  Yori asked, looking at Matt.
            “Let’s go say hi,”  Matt responded and led the group to the foot of the parking lot.
            “Thanks, Chives,”  Martin nodded to his chauffeur and straightened the cuffs of his suit.  Matt remembered the pearly white suit he wore to his eighth grade prom and chuckled to himself.  His best friend at school, Oliver, had wore a baby blue suit, too.  All the girls they had asked to dance had a convenient excuse.
            “Hi, Mr. King,”  Matt piped up, extending his hand for a shake.  Martin’s hand shake was firm.  Martin apparently took on the French custom of one up-down shake, leaving Matt stranded.
            “Hello, young man,”  Martin responded.
            “Thank you so much for coming to Camp Sing-Song, sir.  We are all really happy you decided to come.  How does the camp look to you?”  Matt said, smiling like he was proud of the “normal, every day” camp.  Martin slid his sunglasses off from his nose and scanned the main field.  Matt and the other counselors scanned with him.
            Matt was happy to see the giant Post-It note costumed camper toddling across the main field right when the larger than life gummy worm slithered on the grass.  It’s remote controller trailed behind it, mad scientist gleaming in his eyes.  A bright flash shot at the snaking gummy worm and Matt was thrilled to see the press really getting into the camp chaos.  Matt hoped Martin would see how one of his chain camps was getting some serious press.
            “It looks…crazy,”  Martin answered, his voice drawing out a little as he thought of the right word.
            “Yes, well…that’s a normal day here at Camp Sing-Song!”  Velvet piped up, perky and convincing.
            “Yes…”  Martin said, skeptical.  “Crazy, but…everyone looks like they’re having fun, so I guess that’s all that matters!”  Matt snapped his head to look at the others who had panic written all over their shocked faces.
            “It isn’t too…wild, is it, sir?”  Yori tried, tailing Mr. King as he walked towards all the activity.
            “Wild?  Camp Sing-Song is all about fun…appropriate fun that is,”  Martin replied, his rosy cheeks dancing in the afternoon light.  Hearing those words gave Matt an idea.
            “I’ll be right back.  Bring Martin down to the field soon,”  Matt whispered to Yori and hurried down to the main field.  Narrowly missing the collision of him and a girl camper on spring shoes, Matt looked to see if the lunch buffet was being set up yet.  It was just getting ready…and so was Katie, ready to throw a fit.  She looked spitting mad.  Katie, trying to advert the press’s attention as she reprimanded every passing counselor and camper, was getting powered for a on-camera interview.  A journalist tried to start the interview with Katie as a camera man adjusted his lights, and the lunch ladies asked Katie for instruction on the lunch buffet, all while a pie smashing contest was going on in the background.  Katie looked as flustered as a fish out of habitat.
            “Don’t pop those balloons!”  Katie yelled when counselors started handing out pins and playing balloon darts on the balloon arc.
            “What did you say the camp emphasis was?”  the interviewer asked, flinching when a cream pie nearly missed her left shoulder.
            “Look, the camp usually isn’t like this…”  Katie tried to explain.
            “So, there are days you just can’t keep control?”  the reviewer asked, peering at Katie with concerned and menacing eyes.
            “No!”  Katie snapped.  “I can keep control, I don’t even know where the kids got this stuff,”  Katie added.
            “You have random stored away items?  You mean you could have, say, dangerous materials in your camp and you don’t even know it?”  the interviewer egged on Katie, giving the camera a “look.”
            “I know everything that goes on in this camp!  I-I…today…listen!  This camp was supposed to be repainted, refinished, landscaped, and decorated by today, but it seems like none of that happened.  The only thing that got done was the pavement and balloon arcs!  It was supposed to be beautiful!”  Katie was snapping and loosing her cool.
            Meanwhile, Matt saw Martin slowly coming down from the parking lot with Velvet, Yori, and Brody, introducing themselves and asking him questions.  They looked anxious.  Matt also noticed Jane exit the office, look at the scene below, smile subtly, and then join the others.  The buffet was just about set up, as well.  The lunch ladies were wheeling their carts back to the office, ripping off their itchy hair nets.  Matt quickly grabbed a handful of messy nicely catered and proper spaghetti, meshed it in his hands, and waited for the perfect moment.
            “Can I get the camera on Mr. King for a second?”  Martin whispered to the camera man, the spaghetti still dripping from his hand.  The camera man swung the large camera from Katie to Martin who was coming down, allowing Katie to break for a second.  Matt smiled at Yori and launched his long-awaited spaghetti right at his target—Martin’s face.  And the camera got it all.
            “FOOD FIGHT!!!”  Matt yelled and started grabbing handfuls of the nice food, aiming at everyone in sight.  Once five people had been hit by Matt and all the counselors and campers were throwing food like there was no tomorrow, Matt took cover by the main office with Jane, Velvet, Yori, and Brody.
            “Matt!  You are so smart!”  Yori praised once they were all safe, watching the commotion like it was a riveting movie.
            “I wanted to help some how,”  Matt said, shrugging like it was no big deal.
            “Martin looks so mad.  There’s no way Katie’s safe now,”  Yori replied.  Martin did look pretty mad.  He was wiping his face, ducking mashed potatoes and spoonfuls of peas and corn.  He had that upside frown of a substitute teacher when they realize they would be teaching Algebra 1 for seniors.
            “Oh, look!  Look!  Martin’s talking to Katie,”  Brody exclaimed, pointing down at the field.  Both were standing by a tree, shielding their faces with plastic plates that had Camp Sing-Song printed on each one.
            “I ordered those plates,”  Jane chirped.
            “Did you get the pavement repaved, too?”  Matt asked.
            “Yeah…that was on Katie’s list.  But I only did half the things on Katie’s list, the least expensive ones actually.  I figured, if Katie’s gonna be leaving anyway why leave the next camp leader without any money to work with?”  Jane responded.  That was good logic.
            “Look, look,”  Velvet commentated.  “She looks so stunned.”  Martin jabbed his thumb behind him, showing Katie the get-out sign.  Then, out of nowhere, a little red robot, went traveling down the main field, ran right into Katie, and knocked her down.  Atop the robot was Carl, his hand in a salute.  He waved to Matt before he hoped off the robot and ran.
            “Thank you, guys, for helping me out with this,”  Yori said, wrapping her arms around her friends.  “Especially, you Jane.”
            “Don’t you mean Jan?”  Jane piped up, patting Yori’s hand.
            “My bad,”  Yori joked, laughing.
            “Yori!”  a little voice yelled from down at the main field.  It was Kristina.  “Do you have water balloons?  Can we have a water fight?”  Yori jumped up.
            “Water balloons?  I have something better!  C’mon you guys!”  Yori hollered and led everyone down to the field.  After balloons were hunted down, and Yori’s, Matt’s, and Brody’s campers were rounded up, Yori went to what was left of the buffet table, and started filling the blue and yellow balloons with grapes and blueberries.
            “This is my idea of a food fight—Achoo!”  Tegan cried out, barely catching her nose.  Once dozens of balloons were filled with food of all sorts that would mush and mesh when they crashed, there was no ending the food fight.  Counselors and campers came around to the table, filling their own balloons, raising the food fight to the next level.  Every time a food balloon hit, it was like an explosion.  Food would splatter and fly everywhere, the balloon pieces lost in the mess.
            “Stupid, stupid kids!”  Katie yelled when a food balloon hit her in the back.  Katie stormed up to the main office, a second food balloon hitting her heels as she walked.


The roaring camp fire danced off of the shadows on the grass by the lake as a couple of counselors sat around it, quiet and calmed.  It was night time and the hullabaloo had finished.  The main field was a mess, Martin had left without a good-bye, and all the campers were in bed.
            Yori sat alone on a wood log across from the fire, content with the day.  The owls hooted and the crickets chirped and the breeze was nice.  Matt peeked at Yori from his hiding spot behind a tree in the woods.  He was nervous but ready to make the move of his adolescent life.
            “Yori,”  Velvet called.  Yori turned around to see Brody, Jane and Velvet coming down the pavement.  Velvet had two pieces of paper and two halves of paper in her hand.
            “What’s that?”  Yori asked, pointing to the papers.  Velvet gave the halves of paper and one of the full sheets of paper to Yori.  Velvet held up her one paper and said, “Our suspension papers.”  She tossed it into the fire, letting the flames crinkle it up and turn it to ash.  Yori proudly threw hers in, too.
            Yori looked at the two halves, and before hurling them in, replied, “Forgotten memories.”
            “Hey, look,”  Velvet said quietly, nudging Brody.  Matt turned to look where the others were looking before he made his move.  Up by the main office, stood Katie, a black suitcase by her side and cardboard box of picture frames and notebooks.  With one final disgusted look, Katie whirled around and marched to her car, yanking her suitcase all the way there.      
            “Mission accomplished?”  Brody asked everyone.
            “I would say so,”  they all replied.
            “Hey, where’s Matt?”  Jane asked.
            “I don’t know…”  Yori replied.  “Around five, I lost him in the crowd and haven’t seen him since.”  This was it!  Matt climbed up the wooden platform that hid in an alcove in the middle of the front half of the lake and made sure he was all buckled in.
            “Yori!”  Matt cried out.  Then jumped.  Matt whizzed across the zip line, a robot clutched in his grip.  If the robot was functioning properly, it would shoot fireworks that said “Date Me?”  The campers and him had been working on it for a while.  It would normally have said “Got Boogers?” but Matt had stayed in his cabin that evening, programming it to say something specific to Yori.
            Landing softly on the dock, the zip line pulling back a little, Matt set down his robot and waved to Yori.  Before he knew it, Yori, Velvet, Brody, and Jane were all rushing towards Matt, smiling and laughing.
            “Of course!”  Yori yelled and hugged Matt, pushing him over, right into the lake with a huge splash!  However, Matt was still on the zip line, so after he fell into the lake, he was pulled right back up, hovering over the lake and dripping wet.  Yori, Velvet, Brody, and Jane jumped into the lake, laughing.
            And freeze frame.
            Four posed jumpers and one goofily hanging over the lake.
            Perfect. 

All right!  I hope you liked it!
And remember guys:  HAVE FUN WHEN WRITING!
ABC 123,
               Maddie

Thursday, July 7, 2011

July Writing Craze: Day 7!!

Check out the sidelines of this blog for fun writing prompts, exercises, and ideas!  Please comment, answer the poll below, and give me feedback.  Thanks!  Happy reading!


“Not one of them wants Fashion Design or Interior Design?”  Yori asked, smoothing down her mini denim skirt that matched with her pale pink top that had little bows on the end of the lacy sleeves.  Yori walked down the line of booths with information on each course, her pink-beaded wedge sandals, clomping gracefully along with her.
            “Nope.  Tegan and Mallory want Water Sports and Kristina and Sapphire want Crafting and Cooking.  We can pick three courses for them and then book up their Activities schedule with 12 choices from the Activities booth over there,”  Velvet said, pointing to a lone booth with sign-up sheets and a faltering poster board with lists of daytime activities.
            “Fine, but have you seen you-know-who lately?”  Yori questioned, fingering her hair that she had dried and twisted up into a French braid, seeking out Brody amongst the other few dozen teen counselors.
            “No, why don’t you sign us up for Water Sports and I’ll look around for another course based on their interest application after I register for Crafting and Cooking, okay?”  Velvet replied.
            The two girls went in opposite directions, Velvet looking for her designated booth, Yori looking for Brody.  Halfway down the row of booths, Yori spotted a head of tangled thready hair and assumed Brody would be near that creepy spool.  Tucking the extra hairs behind her triple-pierced ears, Yori strode up to the booth on the end where the boys might have been.
            “Hi, Yori!”  Matt exclaimed, grinning a saliva-coated toothy smile.  Yori couldn’t help but focus in on the huge zit that Matt was unfortunately hosting.  Yori averted her addicted eyes to beside Matt to see if Brody was anywhere near.
            “Listen, Yori.  I’m really sorry about yesterday; I wasn’t the one who splashed you.  In fact, it was…”  Yori started to zone out the more Matt continued to rattle on, looking this way and that for any sight of the vaguely brown buzz cut and, fingers crossed, a muscle shirt.
            “Are you gonna sign up or what?  Hellooo?  Anyway in the attic?!”  a voice suddenly snapped, the familiar voice prodding at Yori’s sinuses.  Yori twirled around like she was cracking a whip and sucked in a sharp breath, taking in perfume that smelled like 99 cent drugstore product.  The chubby girl from the shower, earlier that morning, was waiting impatiently behind her.  Her burnt Cheetos colored hair was frizzy at the scalp and at the tips, looking as if she hadn’t conditioned or something.
            “Oh, it’s you,”  Yori said flatly, propping her hands on her hips.
            “Sign up already,”  the girl barked, looking nervously to the side, fidgeting with the bottom of her peppermint-tinted T-shirt.
            “As long as it doesn’t snow again,”  Yori snarled.  The girl reddened, glancing over at Matt, hoping he didn’t hear.  Matt looked away in sympathy, pretending to be engrossed in a brochure on the table. 
            Eager to find Brody, Yori turned around, signed her name and cabin on the last available line on the sign-up sheet and let the other girl pass.
            “Sorry, we’re full,”  the person behind the booth said to the chubby girl, taking in the sign-up sheet and brochures.
            “Aw, great.  Thanks a lot,”  the chubby girl complained and lumbered away.
            “Matt.  Where can I find Brody?”
            “Uh, probably at the Water Sports booth.  But, why?”  Matt replied. 
            “Wait, what booth is this?”  Yori inquired, looking for the poster with the name.
            “This is On Wheels.  Skateboarding, biking, in-line skating.  Interesting that girls would be into all that.  But there was a study in 2005, about the rate of girl interests leaning toward…”  Matt babbled on once more.
            “This isn’t Water Sports?!  Wait, wait, wait!”  Yori turned to the person at the booth to see them just going into the main office with all of her supplies.
            “Yori.  What are you doing over here?  Water Sports is over at the other end.  I hope you signed up for it already, I think I just saw it close up,”  Velvet said, approaching the two.
            “I thought the campers might like inside skating,”  Yori responded, pointing to the booth.
            “In-line skating?  But they wanted Water Sports and we agreed…”  Velvet started, wrinkling her overly hairy eyebrows.
            “Matt, here, talked me into it,” Yori lied, nudging Velvet and winking.
            “Yori!  This isn’t what we agreed—“  Velvet started to cry out, but Yori interrupted her by grabbing Velvet by the elbow and pulling her away from Matt.
            “Excuse us a second, Matt,”  Yori called from their spot a few feet away.  Matt smiled and waved his hand as if to say ‘no big deal.’
            “Yori, the campers aren’t going to be happy.”
            “They’ll be fine.  Water Sports, On Wheels, same difference.  The main thing is, is that you help me with Brody and I’ll help you with Matt.”
            “Okay, but I could have helped you with Brody if we had been in Water Sports because I saw Brody signing up for that right before they closed up.  Now, you’ll see more of Matt and less of Brody when you could’ve seen a lot more of Brody…with his shirt off,”  Velvet egged her on, raising her squirrel tail eyebrows at her.  Yori was silent for a moment, thinking over the situation. 
            “I’ll get it fixed.  For sure, I’ll get it fixed,”  Yori replied, smiling at Velvet’s relieved expression.
            “Good.  By the way, I signed us up for Cooking and Crafting and Pottery,”  Velvet added.
            “Wow, we sure have interesting campers,”  Yori said sarcastically, glancing over at Matt who was rocking back and forth on his heels, his red zit catching a reflection in his mud-colored eyes.
            “I’ll go fix it if you get Brody to go swimming with us,”  Yori said, turning to go up to the main office.
            “Deal.   Good luck!”  Yori trotted past Matt, barely acknowledging his somber wave and sloppy, drooping smile.  Entering the main office, Yori felt a blast of air conditioned draft.  She walked up to the secretary at the nearby desk.
            “Hi,”  Yori said, candy-coating her smile and tone.  “Who can I speak to about changing the courses for my campers?”  The office worker at her paisley blue counter top stared dumbly back at Yori, scratching the underside of her freckled chin.
            “You can’t.  Registry isn’t even done, yet,”  the worker, with the nameplate, Mrs. Jane Webster, responded.
            “What if I were CupCakery’s, the material sponsor’s, daughter?”  Yori asked, leaning on her elbows, mock-smiling at Jane.
            “I’ll call into Katie and see what she can do,”  Mrs. Webster replied, slowly moving toward the beige phone in the corner of her empty desk.  As Mrs. Webster got through to Katie and had a long, drawn-out conversation, Yori scanned the main office.  She had been there once before to call her mom about going home, before she had found her main purpose in her young teen life (where everything little is huge and everything huge is little), but never really noticed the details of the room like she usually wished to do.
            There were passionate red borders around sunset yellow bulletin boards with papers tactfully stabbed to the insides with titles like Don’t Walk This Summer Alone, Walk It on a Trail with Friends! and S'mores Instead of Chores!  Mossy green chairs sat to one side of the office with a flee market end table with outdated People and Velonews magazines.  The floors were blue and speckled white tile, matching the gray-ish walls with white trim.  Glass cases encompassed Camp Sing-Song trophies, with crooked photos of girls and boys having fun outdoors taped to the wall.  The pictures looked so old that the edges were yellowing and the colors were smearing together.  As Yori squinted at one of the photos to see if one of the smeared faces was a girl or a boy, she heard Jane put down her beige phone with a click.
            “Katie will take you now, but don’t get your hopes up; she didn’t seem too happy about it,”  Jane reported tonelessly, pointing to the door across from her desk.
            Yori took a deep yoga breath and headed towards the towering door.  Her hand turning the doorknob, Yori muttered to herself, “Here goes nothing.”
            “What’d you say?”  Jane asked from across the room, but Yori simply slammed the door behind her, hoping for the best.


Thanks for reading!
And remember guys:  "A metaphor is like a simile." -Anon :)

Monday, July 4, 2011

July Writing Craze: Day 4!

Happy 4th of July everyone!


            “And lastly, I would like to tell everyone,”  Katie started, standing at the head of the auditorium that was off to the right of the cabins, “14 new courses have been introduced to Camp Sing-Song.”  The counselor-audience burst into applause and cheering.  There hadn’t been new activity-courses at Camp Sing-Song for at least five years.
            “We were able to get the materials for our activities through our amazing sponsors, Brently’s Barn, Cupcakery, and Baby Art.  Tomorrow, you will all be able to come down and sign up your campers for courses and activities based on their preference applications.  Our training sessions will start after lunch tomorrow.  And now, feel free to use the rec rooms and swim in the pool.  Have fun!”
            “Wanna swim?”  Brody asked, jumping up from his seat.
            “Let me get my suit on.  I’ll meet you down there,”  Velvet replied and bolted up the pavement to cabin 2A.  She yanked open the screen door, brushed past the green curtain, and practically screamed when she saw Yori sitting on her bed.  Velvet hadn’t expected her.
            “Yori?  Weren’t you at the induction?”  Velvet asked, fishing through her top drawer for her one piece suit she had found in her closet from the year before.
            “No,”  Yori replied as if Velvet should’ve already known that.
            “Who did you need to call?”  Velvet asked, undressing.
            “Um…hello?  Protect my eyes, would you?”  Yori snapped, turning away from the dressing Velvet.
            “We’re gonna be sharing a room for three weeks; we’re gonna have to get used to dressing in front of each other,”  Velvet commented, starting to see some truth in what Brody had said earlier—about Velvet being cheated out of a cabin.
            “I was calling my mother, if you must know,”  Yori responded, her voice a little softer.  Wiggling into her one piece, Velvet wondered if Yori was homesick already.
            “What about?”  Velvet asked, swooping up her pile of clothes and stuffing them down in her drawer.
            “For her to pick me up.”
            “What?!  You’re going home?”  Velvet exclaimed, picturing the cabin without the second bed, allowing so much more room for her to move.
            “No.  My mom’s in Europe right now and can’t pick me up until this camp thing is over,”  Yori replied, rolling her eyes and sighing in annoyance.
            “Oh.”  The room would stay the small, cramped and a little claustrophobic.  “Too bad.”
            “I know, I don’t know how long I can stay here,”  Yori sneered.  I meant you staying here, Velvet thought, but made sure to keep it to herself. 
            “This isn’t my type of place,”  Yori shared, her snappy tone vanishing.  Instantly, Velvet felt a bit of pity for Yori, how Velvet felt for Yori before.  At least she was trying something new.  Besides, benefit goes to all, in the end, when someone or something steps out of their comfort zone.  Velvet’s mom would say that to Velvet in her grade school years and Velvet took to that phrase for every situation.
            “You’ll get used to it.  And, I’ll help you,”  Velvet offered, slamming her drawer shut and walking toward the green curtain.
            “Maybe,”  Yori responded. 
            Turning at the green curtain doorway, Velvet said, “You wanna go swimming?”
            “No thanks,”  Yori replied, staying put on her bed.
            “Yes, you do.  You’re wearing your suit,”  Velvet pressed, smiling.
            “I’m fine.” 
            “Okay, well come down if you want to.  Bring a towel, the water can get pretty cold in the evening,”  Velvet said and walked from the cabin door, happy at her progress of turning a molasses-sticky situation into a taffy candy-sticky one.
            However, what Velvet didn’t know, was that Yori still wasn’t convinced and rolled her eyes back into her head once Velvet had left the room.
           
            “Velvet!  Velvet!”  Brody chanted, paddling in the close-to-freezing water.
            “It’s too cold, Brody!”  Velvet shouted back from the edge of the large dock. 
            “C’mon Velvet,”  Matt called from the side of the dock, his head bobbing up and down in the miniature waves.  “You usually aren’t a wimp,”  he teased.
            “That makes me want to jump in so bad!”  Velvet called back, but still didn’t budge.  “But not enough,”  she admitted and took a step back.
            “Well, that’s easy then!”  Brody stated, pushing himself up on the deck, beads of water splashing beneath him.
            “Stay back!”  Velvet yelped, laughing and shuffling back from the water even more.  Brody caught Velvet’s legs, picked her up, swung her over his shoulder, and let himself fall back into the water, bringing trapped Velvet with him.
            “Brody!”  Velvet screamed once her head rose up from the dark black lake.  Velvet then started shoving water towards Brody, causing laughter between the three of them.
            “Hi guys,”  a voice said from the dock, ceasing the laughter and splashing.  They all looked up.  Yori stood, in her red and yellow bikini, a white towel draped over her arm.  Her sunglasses rested on the bridge of her nose even though the sun was long gone.
            “Yori!  You came,”  Velvet said, smiling.  Velvet felt so proud of convincing Yori to come down to the lake and swim, that she could taste the taffy in her mouth already.  “Jump in.”
            “Jump in?  And get my suit wet?  No thank you.”
            “Barbie doll,”  Brody whisper-taunted.
            “Shh!”  Velvet smacked Brody away and rested her arms on the edge of the dock so she could face Yori.
            “So we meet again,”  Matt announced, gliding on his back to the front side of the dock, half-smiling and an eyebrow raised.
            “Ew.”  Yori turned around, laid out her towel, and stretched out on the dock.
            “Okay, well—“  Velvet started, but stopped abruptly when she heard Yori scream.  Bolting right to her feet, Yori shivered, water dripping from her hair and face to her nicely painted toes.  Brody dunked and swam quickly away, leaving Matt by the side of the dock, staring up at Yori.  She was boring her narrow-eyebrowed eyes into his head.
            “Brody!  Why did you do that?”  Velvet demanded.  Brody was treading water about five feet away from the commotion.
            “W-what?  I-I didn’t do anything,”  Brody stumbled over his words, smothering his laughter.  “I was splashing Matt and some dripped onto her.”
            “It wasn’t me,”  Matt said soberly, pleading to Yori.  “Come on, man,”  Matt said to Brody, shook his head and swam in the other direction toward the ladder attached to the dock to get out of the lake.
            “Yori, are you okay?”  Velvet asked, propping herself back up on the dock.  But Yori was stalking away back up the pavement and Matt was in her place instead, drying off and not making eye contact.
           
 Today was a little harder to get the plot going, but I think I'll be able to work off of what I've written today, tomorrow. :)
And remember guys: Writing might not be my whole life, but it makes my life whole--pssh!  What am I talking about? Writing is my whole life!