So, I started writing that novel – you know, that one I’ve been meaning to write since I was 18. I actually have started it several times and have worked on it sporatically. Well, I decided that if I was going to actually keep working on it, then I would have to do something about it. You know – make me accountable.
So I’ll be posting individual chapters on the blog. I would love any feedback, but understand if you just skip these posts. If you would like to read chapter one, here is the link. Or you can use the menu at the top. Enjoy!
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Chapter 2
“Is Scott driving today?”
“I bet he is and I’m riding in the front. Preferably in the middle.” A chorus of giggles erupted from the circle of girls.
“Sharon you are so bad. Do you think Scott will date you this year?” asked a tall blond.
With a glint in her blue eyes, Sharon responded, “I’m going to do everything in my power to encourage it. Jessica isn’t coming back this year, so as far as I’m concerned he is free and clear.”
“Think you’ll have any competition from the new girls,” asked a short, gymnast looking girl. Just then the whole group scanned the others around them and looked right at Anna, who was studiously looking at her shoes pretending not to hear their conversation.
“Definitely not. Scott wouldn’t be interested in any of these girls.”
Anna whipped her head up and shot the girl named Sharon a dark look.
“Humph! Who does she think she is?” responded Sharon loud enough for everyone to hear.
“Don’t worry about her. Last summer Scott was totally flirting with you when Jessica wasn’t around. And he was really friendly after the First Aid training meeting on Saturday.”
“Yeah, he was,” Sharon answered with a firm nod and turned away from Anna, forgetting about her.
Anna couldn’t believe that she dared to give anyone a dirty look and was afraid she had already made an enemy. While she was thinking about how to make the situation better, a large black Ford F-150 pulled into the parking lot. The windows were tinted, but Anna knew by the giggles, smiles, and shuffling that Scott must be the one driving. On Saturday, Anna hadn’t noticed his hair, which was as black as his truck. From across the parking lot she was struck by how dark it was and wondered why she didn’t notice earlier.
“Okay everyone, gather around,” bellowed Bill, the manager of the camp. Anna wondered how a man that old, he had to be in his 60’s, could have the energy to do this every summer. “Now who are our drivers? Raise your hands.”
Anna’s hand went up with Scott and three others.
“Okay now raise up how many other people you can take in your car, not including yourself and everyone find a place to ride. Go,” Dave instructed.
Anna reluctantly held up three fingers. Technically she could hold 4 if needed, but that would be really uncomfortable in her little car. The group of girls from earlier had all surrounded Scott once he got there, so he truck was already full. Everyone else’s cars filled up quickly while Anna was still waiting and holding up her three fingers. It felt like gym class all over again; being chosen last for the team. Anna’s face slowly turned more and more red.
“Why did I ever volunteer to drive,” thought Anna. “You wanted the freedom of having your own car and driving into town,” she reminded herself. Although Anna was shy, she valued her independence too much to rely on other people. She knew that she would probably want to get away on her days off and didn’t want to depend on other people. What was left when everyone had chosen their rides were three quiet people, who looked just as lost as Anna felt. Not wanting to let everyone know she was embarrassed by being chosen last Anna yelled to the left over people, “Come on! I hope you like loud music and speeding.”
“Hold on there Anna,” Bill said. “Here are the maps. And we are all meeting at the gas station off Highway 34 in Gaskill. The road to the camp is hard to find.”
“I’ll be there. First! Come on guys,” Anna ushered her bashful car mates into her car and shot Scott a daring look.
Scott yelled out to Anna just as she was getting in, “We’ll see about that in that little car of yours.”
“Don’t judge a book by its cover. I’ll be waiting for you at the gas station,” Anna shouted as she started her car and took off before she even checked to see if everyone had their seat belts on. Scott was stuck while his gaggle of girls had to arrange their seating with Sharon front and center, of course.
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