was'up fellow readers and writer, this is a story based on the shadow falls series, I own nothing from the series and I hope u like it. I do not own the image for this story. Sorry, but I don't.
*sigh*
Nixie rolled over in her bed when her alarm woke her from her peaceful sleep and moaned, today was the day she was being sent to camp for the summer.
Nixie sat up and looked at her clock. 6:51am. okay then, she thought, while stretching her legs over the edge of the looked at her room,taking in all of the details, which where quite a few. she painted on her walls a lot, but her dad don't mind. their was one wall with a purple tree painted onto the teal walls, and the tree was littered with papers pined to the branches. her small 'hangout space' in the corner was a grey wall with pink,teal, and purple vines of swirls and twists. the rest or the room was pretty much a large painting of the ocean floor. a assortment of colored corals lined the seafloor and made hills of color around the room. Fish swam in blue-green water, and birds soared in the light blue painted sky. and finally, hanging on her door was a round sign with her full name painted in purple: Nixie Viviane Murel Kasper.
Philipp Mario kasper, her adopted father, would still be in bed,and her mom, Maria Lilian Kasper, worked the night shift at the hopital and would be back soon. So she just sat in her bed and drew in her new notebook. Her dad bought her two for camp, to make camp more bearable for her.
She replayed the argument with her parents in her mind. It went like this:
Nixie, your doctor said that you are anti-social.
What does she mean by that?
You don't like people.
People are fine, I just don't talk to them much.
That's the think, Dr. Day said that maybe you should try to talk to others.
I talk to others!
Not a lot. We watch you in groups, dear. You usually hang out by the wall.
I do not.
Dear, we don't want you to be lonely.
I'm not lonely, I have you!
...
*sigh* Where is this going?
Dr. Day has recommended a camp for you to go to, to improve social-ness.
A CAMP! ARE YOU KIDING?!
No dear. this is no joke. We want you to go to this camp.
But...
No buts. This is for you, honey. We don't want you to grow up reclusive.
I'm not gonna...
We already signed you up.
...Really?
...This is for you dear. You are going to this camp.
UUUUGGGG!
So yeah. She is stuck going to a Shadow Falls Camp For Troubled Teens. Hey Look, I'm A troubled teen,fun. not.
Nixie perked up when she heard the front door open. She rushed down the stair and into the kitchen to see a blond head putting her stuff down on the granite counter.
"Hey, mom. How was work?" Nixie asked.
" I had some stubborn people. Exausting." She sighed.
"oh. I get it. Some people don't know what's good for 'em."
" Yep. I got you something for camp." She smiled. "I think you will like it."
She pulled out a bag with a Michel's label on it. Out of the bag came six mini canvaces ( three more than normal), twelve tubes of paint and A pack of new paintbrushes.
" Wow." Nixie said.
She looked at the paint tubes and smiled.
" this is the really good stuff, mom. Why did you buy this?"
"Well, I didn't want my child to call me at midnight and claim she had a emergency. That she ran out of paint! *gasp*" Her mom teased.
Nixie rolled her eyes, but hugged her mom. " I love you."
" you to Deary."
when they let go her mom straightened her shirt and look at her watch.
" it's 7:38. I have to go wake up Phillip. Wish me luck." Maria said walking up the stairs.
Nixie saluted her mother. " if you are unable to return, know that your services will be realized. For America!"
"Haha. For America." she stepped up another step. "Oh, I'll be coming with you to the bus stop."
"you don't have to mom," Nixie smiled "I know you had a long night."
"that's okay. I want to come. I just need to change."
" okay mom. I'll get my stuff."