Dear Journal,
The next was almost normal. Almost. I woke up early- around five AM. I shrugged on clothes for the day and went for a morning walk. I took the narrow path through the nearby woods, and tried to clear my head of all the negative thoughts that had a tendency to sneak in. Instead, I tried to map out a good day. A task I believed to be impossible for me turned out fairly easy. I would start off with a big breakfast- today was buffet day! Then, I'd search for Karen, and if I found her, I'd follow her until she caught me, which would be about twenty minutes. After that, I'd go and make fun of the drama group, which was always a good time. For the remainder of the day (or at least until curfew) I'd hang by the lake. So, I tried to stay true to my schedule. I failed.
Breakfast wasn't so great. The buffet wasn't open after all. I had one burnt pancake and canned fruit. Yum. Karen wasn't anywhere on camp, it seemed. I checked all her usual spots: the pool, tennis courts, and the gazebo by the lake, but no luck. I know this sounds slightly stalker-ish, but this is what everyone does for love. I think. Drama group had to rest their 'voices' for the lamo campfire talent show. I think I just barfed. We weren't allowed to go to the lake this early, so I took another walk.
I took the same route, except this time I could make out all of the shrubs and bushes with plentiful amounts of berries. I walked up to a rounded bush with hundred of small blue specks on it. I plucked a couple off, and popped them in my mouth like candy. They reminded me of the time at my Gram's house when we had a blueberry muffin eating contest followed by a videogame marathon. I went to snatch some more when someone slapped my hand.
"You idiot!" the voice said. I looked up to find who else but Chelsea staring at me. She looked me in the eye, and starting to give me a boring lecture that had to do with 'knowing what you're eating' and 'being sick from bad berries'. After about twenty seconds of watching her mouth move at light speed, I plucked another berry and shoved it into her gaping mouth.
She instantly shut up and threw me a look. Not that I cared. Then she got a taste of what I had, and she was all of the bush, shrieking with joy like she was six again. She dropped to all four to pluck as many berries as she could, and I whipped out the cell phone I managed to sneak in. 10 seconds of footage was all I needed for a video worth sharing. I hit play. 10 seconds left... a shot of her hands move rapidly to pick the berries. 9... a view of her recently messed up, tangled up hair. I looked away at 8 for a sneak peek of the plumber's crack she was showing off. 7... a side view of her jeans splattered with blue berry juice. That probably wouldn't come off in the wash. 6...a shot of her leaf-covered kicks. 5 marked the halfway point. 4... another full-body shot. 3... another step closer for more action. 2... a step too close because 1 came and she turned around to snarl at me. I turned around to run, but just as the timer hit 0, I got a last shot- one of her blue encrusted face with blush on her cheeks and anger written all over it. I ran as far as I could without collapsing with exhaustion. I bent over to catch my breath and tuned around. She was gone. I sent the video to a few friends, and then laughed silently to myself. I had won. I still, however, expected her to jump out of the trees at me, but all was still. Not even the wind was blowing, as it normally did. I straightened my back and looked at where I was. I may have lost her, but I was lost too. So much for my perfect day.
