A/N: Nothing more to really say except the usual review whoring. ;)

High Focus Drama Camp for Troubled Teens

Girls Cabin #12

3:42 pm

Katara. Oh fuck. I am a dead woman. Katara was never really good with handling her anger elegantly.

She stops talking with her companion as soon as she spies me, lying facedown on my bunk.

“Toph?” She raises one eyebrow, “Is that you?”

I mumble something incoherent into the blanket. I don’t even know what I said. Probably a curse against my luck.

Katara nods, her posture straight and haughty. “I see. Well, when you are ready to be a mature human being who doesn’t treat my brother like shit, I’ll be waiting.”

With that, she leaves, her friend close behind. I exhale and pull myself up, sitting cross legged on the bedspread, the itchy wool biting my thighs.

“What the hell was that about?” Alice leans down again. I resist the urge to roll my eyes. God damn, she was nosy.

“You don’t even want to know.”

There is a timid knock at the cabin door, I get up and walk towards the door, practically groping the stupid thing so I can find the doorknob. Huh. That was way weird.

“What’s wrong with you? The doorknob is right there.” Alice points. Oh yeah, real big help. Thanks for that.

“Nothing,” I snap, feeling my cheeks burn. I open the door and I hear a small whimper.

A girl stands before me, her head down, wringing her hands.

“What are you still doing hanging outside?” I ask, and she says nothing, shaking her head. Alice hops off her bunk and grabs the girl’s bag, putting it in a cubby on the other side of the room.

“You can have that bunk,” she says, pointing to a bunk in the corner. The girl nods and collapses on it, her knees knocking together.

“What’s your name?” I ask. I can already tell this was going to be a fun cabin. With Katara the bitch princess, Alice the awkward emo and now this nameless girl, I was certain we’d be bonding over popcorn and gossip by tonight. Not.

“Hinata,” she says, burying her head into the pillow. I can hear muffled sobbing and I cringe. I don’t want to sound like a total bitch here, but I really can’t stand crying. It makes me feel so awkward and helpless, two of my least favorite feelings.

Luckily, a perk-perk-perky counselor pokes her head in the door. “Fire pit meeting in five, ladies.”

She notices Hinata’s muffled sobbing and walks over to her bunk with a brisk pace, kneeling down and whispering words that I can’t hear. And my hearing is pretty damn good, if I do say so myself.

High Focus Drama Camp for Troubled Teens

The Fire Pit

4:00 pm

I am so bored, you have no idea.

Above me, some director or counselor drones on about working together as a team and how the girls and boys cabins will be pared together to put a show into a motion. I roll my eyes and stroke Mai’s necklace. It reminds me of what I don’t have, and my body suddenly aches for it, in a way I don’t understand. I hear myself cry out; Alice looks at me curiously.

“You okay?”

I shake my head and take a deep breath. “I’ll be fine.”

I clench my fists and put my head down, all of a sudden feelings I don’t want to feel are overwhelming me. His face swims in my mind’s eye and I shake my head, trying to get of it. I can’t think of him. Not here. Not now.

“Cabin G-12, you will be working with Cabin B-4.”

Alice nudges me, “Look,” she says, pointing a group of boys sitting together on the far edge of the pit, “aren’t they cute?”

“I wouldn’t know,” I say,” I can’t see them from here.”

“Then don’t you need glasses or something?” Alice waves her hand in front of my face, “Can you see that?”

“Yes,” I sigh, “but it’s all blurry, a mess of light and dark.”

“Then why don’t you get contacts? Your eyes are so pretty, they look like celery.”

Ah yes. The old vegetable comparison. Oh how I love it.

I snap back, “Well, I can’t see anything because I’m fucking blind. How about that, Awkward Alice?”

I don’t wait for her response; instead I walk away as fast as I can, hoping that no one sees my tears.