La Chelsea Cabin Leader
Posts : 105 Power Points : 110 Join date : 2010-10-30 Age : 30 Location : Behind 7-11 with the hobos
| Subject: Reminds Us All Sun Feb 27, 2011 10:08 pm | |
| Izzy's OutfitAfter Midnight, it was really the only time that Camp Counselors could get out and be away from their cabins. Whether they were supposed to or not was nothing that ever crossed my mind. The kids were all sleeping, I made sure of that before I even decided to sneak out into the darkness. The older ones, they knew not to get into trouble or I'd kick their fucking asses. That was who I was, who I always seemed to be. The bitch that no one thought to mess with. Sure, I could be nice to certain people, but other than those select people, I was a force to be reckoned with. From my days at home, I was always one to grab my camera before I left. Not many people knew that about me, that my one and only passion was for the beautiful camera. The darkness was a world no one thought to capture, so that was what I would do tonight, just walk around and take pictures of the things I saw in the dark. I'd never show anyone these pictures, but hey, I would have fun for a little while at least. That was one thing my life seemed to lack, just general fun. Sure, I had a blast when I was with Asher, the brother I always wanted but never had, but other than that, my life lacked it. Somehow, on my journey, I ended up at the lake. There didn't seem to be anyone around, so I gladly took a seat on the solid ground, and took a few more pictures. When it seemed my camera's battery was going to die, I turned it off and looked out across the lake. This camp really could be truly beautiful at night. Not being able to think of anything else, my voice began to quietly sing out a song that had been stuck in my head for a few days now. "This is the clock upon the wall, this is the story of us all. This is the first sound of a newborn child before he starts to crawl. This is the war that's never won, this a solider and his gun. This a mother waiting by the phone praying for her son. Pictures of you, pictures of me, hung upon your wall for the world to see, pictures of you, pictures of me remind us all of what we used to b--" Just as I was about to finish the chorus of the song, I heard a noise from behind me. Standing up and looking around, I was on the complete defense. "Who's there?" |
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