I know it's not Shakespeare.
Courtney woke up with her face buried deep in her pillow. Today we go to camp, she thought. For the past several years the girls had been going to camp. Rather for a weekend, or a full week, the girls made sure they got to camp.
As Courtney was sitting up, waiting for Abby and Madeline to wake up, she remembered the years previous, Camp Luther, Camp Phillip, and Cousin Camp, they had been through it all. They had had their fights, memories, everything. They had started going to Camp when they were nine. Now Abby and Madeline were 17, and Courtney was 16, they could drive themselves to Camp. This was Courtney’s first year as a counselor (Madeline and Abby had done it last year).
Courtney was sick of waiting for Abby and Madeline to wake up, so she quietly grabbed her pillow and whacked them in the heads with it, only to receive a couple whacks in return.
After a good twenty minutes of hitting each other with pillows and laughing their heads off, the girls got up and had a breakfast of cold pizza, and Rice Krispies.
May 16, 2009
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3 comments:
:) I hope you'll post more!
(p.s. Sigh. That "it's not Shakespeare" quote describes me book to perfection. ;))
Madeline,
Keep writing. Use your faith and imagination. I find great joy in watching you grow.
Uncle Joe
Nice I like it and ill tottaly buy the book when it gets published remember to tell every one about me when you become famous im not kidding its really good. did you end up using my name?? or not?? either way is fine im just curious ttyl luvya
louisa
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