Marshmellow Massacre
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- The young artist sighed deeply as she walked down the stairs of her parent's two story condo. It was rather annoying to have to walk down to your mother cussing your father out in French every morning. 'And yet they make so much creaking noise at night,' Elena shook her head, then rolled her eyes when her father began cussing her out in Italian. 'My family is so weird,' she thought, thinking about how her father's parents were American and Italian, and her mother was full French. 'Feramalian?' she thought, trying to think of a word for whatever race she was. Once downstairs, she quickly slipped past the quarreling couple in the living room and into the kitchen. She quickly opened the freezer and took out two frozen waffles, then popped them in the toaster. She knew she wasn't going get a good bunk at the camp she was going to on her own will, just to get away from the noisy couple she hated calling her 'parents'. She sighed, feeling a guilty, but shrugged it off and opened the refrigerator then took out the gallon of milk and poured it in the cup that she had taken out of the cabinet and set on the counter, though when she began to pour the milk, the waffles popped out of the toaster, which caused her to jump and miss the cup. She slammed the milk down and sighed. 'I can already tell this isn't going to be my day,'
After cleaning up the milk, she successfully poured some into the cup, then sat the milk back in the refrigerator and took out the maple syrup and drenched the waffles in syrup. After she finally had everything put away, she took her waffles and milk outside on their porch, which viewed a nearby lake. It was a bit chilly because it was still early, but she didn't mind, the cool air that brushed off the lake was refreshing. It was so peaceful. The morning birds singing their song, the lake reflecting the greening leaves of the trees that surrounded it. Elena closed her eyes for a moment, enjoying every blissful second, but sadly, the harmony was broken by her cell phone which she stupidiously brought with her. She looked at the number a moment, then a small smile grew on her face. She answered, and the other voice spoke softly as it did every morning. "Good morning bea~u~ti~ful," it said. "You ruined my good morning, I'm mad at you now, Damion," she said playfully. Damion chuckled, "Well, I just wanted to tell you I hope you have fun this week, and that I'll miss you," he said sweetly. "Also, don't you dare come home with someone else," he said fiercely, but the hidden sweetness in his voice gave him away. "Yeah, yeah, I'll try," she said, laughing a little. "You better, well, I gotta go, be sure to text me," and with that, he ended the call. Elena smiled lightly, then frowned and sighed, the empty sadness entering her again. She had awesome friends, a wonderful boyfriend, plenty of "fans", but every time she talked or thought about them, she always felt like the popular lifestyle she was living just wasn't her. She couldn't stand the glamor of having people adoring her, she couldn't stand all the noise her friends made, she couldn't stand the places they took her. She sighed, "I should have just stayed the quiet girl in the back of the class," she said quietly as she walked back into the house.
After all the dishes were washed and put away, she took a long shower, enjoying the steaming water beating down on her after being in the cold air for about twenty minutes, five of those twenty minutes were just enjoying the scenery. It was still pretty early, and the camp gates didn't open for about four hours. She would've slept later, but her parent's screaming woke her up. She sighed once more and pressed her forehead to the wall of the shower and let the water beat on her back. She knew that things like people going to camps and their lives changing were only in cheap teen novels and movies, but she actually wondered if this camp would do her some good. She doubted it.
After a refreshing ten minute shower, she wrapped a towel around her hair and around her body, then shuffled over to her room, which was basically across the hall. There was nothing special about her room. A bed, dresser, nightstand, a desk on which a laptop set, and a paint easel, thought she wasn't paying attention to the details, just the blurs of objects. She put on her favorite outfit then grabbed her most precious necklace and put it on. The charm that was on it was actually an engagement ring, well, a would-be engagement ring, but for now it just a special ring. She stopped for a second and thought. 'Would that be slutty? Eh, who cares . . .' she proceeded to put the necklace on. She looked over herself and smiled, then took the rolling suitcase and her purse and headed back downstairs.
The yelling had mercifully stopped and her parents were now sitting happily beside each other, her father watching television and her mother reading. "Well, I suppose I'll go now, au revoir and arrivederci," she said, smiling. Her parents just nodded. She frowned. 'I go to the trouble of learning English, French, and Italian and they don't even care,' she sighed then walked out of the house, then now bright sun blinding her. She put on the sunglasses that she snatched up before leaving. Of course, when she got in the white Lexus that had nicely tinted windows, she took them off. After getting everything settled in the backseat, she backed out of the driveway and sped off.
The speedy travel ended when she got boxed in traffic. It had been like this a few minutes. Elena groaned. She slammed her fist on the car horn, and finally the jam eased out, the began to pick up speed.
It was pretty late before she even got to the camp, simply because traffic was all she got stuck in during the ride to camp. Elena silently stepped out of the luxury vehicle and then snatched her purse and suitcase out of the backseat then quickly scurried away, locking the car before leaving. The two last things she wanted was for her car to get stolen and to get "the rich kid" title.
She had reluctantly arrived at the information desk without anyone noticing her getting out of the car. She thought she was being a little absurd at that point. 'It's just a car . . .' she thought as she stepped up to the desk. "Elena Lucian," she said. The woman gave her a folder. "Your cabin number and key are in there," she said kindly. Elena smiled then silently walked away, opening the folder as she went. She took out the key then quickly hurried to the cabin.
Only to get there and find that they weren't singles and she wasn't alone. There was another girl there, Asian to be exact, but Elena was far from racist, considering she was a Feramalian. She mentally sighed. 'French, American, and Italian, glee,' she thought. She noticed the girl had taken the top bunk beside the window, which didn't bother Elena, she preferred the bottom anyway. She quietly walked to the bunk, almost feeling like asking if she could sleep there, but bit her tongue. Usually when she asked a question like that, she'd get some smart remark, though she didn't want to be rude. 'It's just a bed, Elena,' she told herself as she set her suitcase down on the bed. Suddenly, her eyes lit up. No, it wasn't something in the room that caught them, but the view outside the window. It was prettier than the one she had back home. Subconsciously, she snatched her sketch pad out of her purse and began to do a rough draft of the scenery, but then she remembered she wasn't alone. She didn't dare turn around. 'She probably thinks I'm some kind of snob . . .' Elena sighed. 'I suppose if she wants to talk to me, she can . . .' she thought, continuing with her drawing.
