i was sitting on the bus, arranging my pesky bangs that always wanted to fall in front of my face, when i felt the sudden jolt of the stopping automobile. i looked out the window and i knew it was my stop. i jumped off the seat with my old, battered boots leading the way.
my mother had wanted me to take the private jet here and then get the company car to drive me up to the camp, which i refused. i decided that a commercial airline and an old, creaky bus better suited my needs.
my hands were cold and somewhat matched the shade of my hair. i fumbled with them to zip up my jacket but i gave up after the 7th time.
i trekked on, reaching the admissions cabin in a few minutes, opening the door and letting the abundant heat hit me right in the face.
i made my way over to a little petite lady sitting behind a desk that made her look smaller than she already was, which was very small. she looked me up and down and squinted at me with her wrinkly eyes and said, "name please." i replied, "quinn williamson" rather quickly, ready to get this whole charade over with. she typed something into the computer and suddenly smiled at me and handed me a sophisticated key card.
"Snowflake lodge, i see" she said with a warm but oh so fake smile. i sighed. i was so tired of fake people. fake everything. i would have rather stayed in a tent out in the snow than stayed in Snowflake lodge. but i knew my mom wouldn't have had that, so i gratefully accepted the key card, and turned around, rolling my eyes.
as soon as i turned around, though, i heard a familiar snicker coming from the side of me. i looked toward the direction of the menacing noise, and to my great pleasure (and by pleasure i mean fucking hatred) i saw her standing there. queen of the bittches was here too. we had both been here twice now, this making it the third time. i wasn't surprised to see her here, all dressed up and waving her credit card around like a spoiled little brat. "Snowflake lodge, that's correct!" she yelled a little too loud, i figured purposely just so i could hear.
she called my name but i quickly turned around and walked out, i wasn't letting her get to me this time. after everything she'd done to me, she was dead to me. i was ready to start over this year, break the cycle. and i was going to try to forget everything that happened that first year.
i shuddered, not because of the snow that was falling around me, but because of the horrible memories that were flooding my mind. i shook it off, and headed toward snooty, stuck up Snowflake lodge.
good thing i brought some bud, i thought to myself. it might be the only thing that saves me from these next two weeks of hell.
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