“Gib mir nocht zeit…”
Dear Mom,
I hate it here at Camp Teeheehaha. I wish you were here. Or at least, I wish you could kiss me thru the phone or something. I’m a big boy, and I know I need to pull it together. It just feels like I’ve been here forever!
It rained yesterday, and I got caught in it without my umbrella.
My bunkmate, Teddy, just came down with Stanky Leg, and the nurse thinks he should be sent home. I feel bad for the guy ’cause all he wants to do is just dance. They think he got it from jumping out the windows or something.
Then, there’s crazy Amy from the cabin across the lake. She’s crazy, mom! This morning, we woke up to find that she’d spraypainted “My Life Would Suck Without You” on the wall of our cabin! Crazy! Everybody tells me that I’m being heartless, and that everyone needs a second chance. I told Tom, our counselor, “You gotta let me know if you see Amy, OK?!” All the other kids seem to think this is some kinda of funny love story. I swear this place is a circus! Then, Amy’s bunkmate, Katy, keeps leaving me notes saying things like, “I’m Yours”. All the older guys are calling me a “womanizer”, whatever that is.
Next Saturday is the Let It Rock and Roll dance, and I know Teddy’s gonna hate to miss that. All of the single ladies are supposed to ask the guys, buy you know how yucky I think girls are. It can’t be all bad, though, as I hear there’s gonna be a Sundae Bar with, like, 12 kinds of ice cream, and you can get whatever you like! It’s gonna be awesome!
While Teddy was with the nurse, I opened a letter from his girlfriend. You know, she’s older, and sometimes she writes really funny stuff in the letters. One time, she wrote 3 pages about how she’s “untouched”, and how she wanted Teddy to change that, whatever that means. This week, though, there was nothing juicy. Just a whole bunch of junk about how her dad is sober now. He checked into rehab or something. Good for him, I guess.
I just got back from a pretty intense game of Red Light/Green Light, so I’m kinda beat. I just wanted you to know that I’m thinking of you. I’m not mad or anything. Sometimes I just really miss you. I’m sorry, Mom – I hate this part. I know you’ve got to live your life, and I’ll be back home before I know it. I can’t wait to see you next Sunday for Parent Day!
Love,
Will
P.S. Please send me the latest issue of Miss Independent. I’ve gotta see if she finally defeats The Fray. Thanks!
Absolutely brilliant.
I loved it. Every drop.
*dead* @ Untouched