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*sigh* my life is so much like a book, its scary. to show you, i will start sending one part of the book i am writing off of it to you every time i get on. here goes.


My name is Rose. I am 14. I am at this Christian Camp that my parents forced me to go to. This is going to be soooooooo boring.
How am I supposed to talk to my friends if my cells been taken away? Answer that for me.
To keep myself from getting totally suicidal from boredom, I’ve started this stupid thing. It’s a stupid journal that will have no real purpose.
I have to go to this service thing in about ten minutes. It’s going to be so boring. I am single, and I deserve to be back at home, flirting with guys at the mall. I should not be here.
Ugh. Mrs. Poe is calling me to go to that service. Her son could be hot, if he wasn’t so mean to me all the time.
Speaking of other people, I saw this really cute girl earlier today. I would have talked to her, had Andrea not talked to her first. Dear old Andrea is this horrible person who is always stealing my guys. Oh, well.
That is just another thing that is not going to go well on this trip. No hot guys, either. Oh, I have to go.
* * *
Well, the service was lame except for two things. One was this stupid thing, but funny, that asked us a whole bunch of dumb questions. The first one was, “If you are single, please stand up.” It took us like three minutes to stand up. Then it said,” Sit down. Now that was helpful information, wasn’t it?” That made us all crack up.
The second thing was that there is a semi-hot guy in my crew, the group we’ll be working with all week, but he’s a year younger than me.
It’s late, but there that girl that I was talking to me is calling me over. I’ll have to go talk to her.
* * *
The girls name is Anne. That is the worst name for an awesome punk like her. I found that we have a ton in common. My friends Clara and Cal (short for Callibretto. Horrible, isn’t it?), became friends with her, too.
Cal doesn’t want to be here even more than I don’t. I actually go to church sometimes. He hates anything that has to do with church except for his friends there. He was complaining so much today, it drove me insane. But he seems to like Anne, and that means as more than a friend. It’ll crack me up to see how that works out.
We have already promised to keep in touch after this week, which may not end up being so horrible after all. The work will still be boring, seeing as though Anne isn’t in my, Clara, or Cal’s group.
We will be working with some other groups, so I’ll probably have a few friends by tomorrow. I always do. Oh, lights out is in two minutes, so I have to put this away.

It will begin to sound even worse soon. SEE YA LATER!!!!
-Selkie blaugh heart