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This is my favorite story I've ever written.
It's called, 'This one time at Art Camp'
Tell me what you think.
I had no idea why I was so drawn to him. I never usually went for his type. No one knew his story; why he was at Art Camp. But I was sure no one actually had a reason, we were all here because we loved to draw. Or whatever form of art we chose. My legs carried me over to him; my heart wasn’t so sure.
He was sitting on an old rocking chair when I found him. His jet black hair was a veil over his face; he had an oversized black sweat shirt on over his black skinny jeans. He had no shoes on, he never did. His bright blue eyes were focused on a sketch pad, and he had a black pencil between his index and middle fingers. I never noticed that he had his fingernails painted black until then. I saw a lot of the other kids floating around. Ashley, Jessica and Ryan were hanging by the lake. Six other kids I didn’t bother to know their name were idling around one of the cabins. He was sitting in front of a cabin, no one was around him. No one was in the cabin, no one was anywhere near it at all. It was like he wore a force field. It intimidated me. “Jericho?” I asked as I approached him. He looked up in utter curiosity at me, “yeah?” “Hi, um, I’m Keegan.” I said, biting my lip rings. “I know.” He said, raising an eyebrow. “What’re you drawing?” I asked politely. He slapped his sketch pad shut and stood up. “Why are you talking to me, Keegan?” Jericho asked, he sounded kind of hurt. “I didn’t know I wasn’t allowed too.” I said, more confused than anything. “You’re allowed too. I just don’t get it. No one else does, why are you?” he asked, looking up from his five foot self. “Because I think you’re cute. And I’m pretty sure you’re an amazing artist. I’d like to get to know you, sorry.” I said, actually, something said that for me. Jericho looked shocked and his paper white cheeks turned scarlet. “I’ve got to go.” He said, snapping his attention to the dirt floor. “Well, I was just wondering if you have anyone in your cabin with you. My room mate person just kicked me out.” It was a lie, but I wanted to be closer to him. He thought for a second before answering, “No I don’t.” he said just as one of the counselors, Mary, came over. “Hey boys. How your day going?” she asked cheerily. “Oh good. Uh, Mary, I was just wondering if I could switch cabins. I’m not really getting along with my bunk mate.” I said, I saw Jericho smile ever so subtlety. “You’re with Ian right?” she asked and I nodded. “I don’t see why not. I’ll have Molly help you carry your things over.” Mary said and turned. “You don’t mind do you?” I asked Jericho. He shook his head. I smiled and turned around to get my things.
That's the first part(:
 SlaughterinParadise · Thu Aug 06, 2009 @ 12:20pm · 3 Comments |
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