AmRosey
The Human Soul
"I'm going to hate it here." Aria muttered from deep underneath her breath. Her baby-blue head sat upon the fist of her hand while the curve of her elbow rested on the car windowsill. The figure of her mother sat on the drivers-side, eyes focused on the road which would shortly end. Against her will, Aria's single mother was about to drop her off at a Summer Camp, her mother says it's to keep her 'active' for the summer - but truly, her desire is to keep Aria off of her hands. Away so she would be free from her complaining.
Wearily, the girl frowned slightly as the car pulled into the rough driveway of the camp. Aria chose not to say a word to her mum and with that, she climbed outside of the car, her duffel bag hanging low down to her tanned thighs.
At that moment, Aria found herself entirely overwhelmed by other campers to whom seemed overjoyed to be there - well, at least more overjoyed than herself. And with that thought, the beaming, gold sun which was embedded within the blues of the untouchable sky, Aria unwinded the sunglasses from her locks so they relaxed on the bridge of her nose.
Teenagers of all ages bypassed her, the majority shoving and pushing Aria out of the way causing her to stumble and find it often hard to even stand. She then made her way over to a nearby oak tree so she had plenty of time to regain her balance. Her sharp, brown eyes darted throughout the crowd, particularly on the guidance counselors who seemed kept behind the entrance. And beside them, read a sign: CAMP OKINAWA. Great name for a camp of neglected teenagers... She thought, secretly wishing that perhaps another distinctive soul would share her discomfort and boredom.
Turning around so her attention was to the tree, Aria grabbed her penknife from the depths of her denim jacket, flicked it out so the bitter, acute piece was revealed. She began to carve her initials into the bark, some pieces flitting to the ground while the rest formed around each contour of a letter.
Wearily, the girl frowned slightly as the car pulled into the rough driveway of the camp. Aria chose not to say a word to her mum and with that, she climbed outside of the car, her duffel bag hanging low down to her tanned thighs.
At that moment, Aria found herself entirely overwhelmed by other campers to whom seemed overjoyed to be there - well, at least more overjoyed than herself. And with that thought, the beaming, gold sun which was embedded within the blues of the untouchable sky, Aria unwinded the sunglasses from her locks so they relaxed on the bridge of her nose.
Teenagers of all ages bypassed her, the majority shoving and pushing Aria out of the way causing her to stumble and find it often hard to even stand. She then made her way over to a nearby oak tree so she had plenty of time to regain her balance. Her sharp, brown eyes darted throughout the crowd, particularly on the guidance counselors who seemed kept behind the entrance. And beside them, read a sign: CAMP OKINAWA. Great name for a camp of neglected teenagers... She thought, secretly wishing that perhaps another distinctive soul would share her discomfort and boredom.
Turning around so her attention was to the tree, Aria grabbed her penknife from the depths of her denim jacket, flicked it out so the bitter, acute piece was revealed. She began to carve her initials into the bark, some pieces flitting to the ground while the rest formed around each contour of a letter.