"Hey Messer!"
I looked up from my bowl of mac and cheese and saw Bailey make her way across the cafeteria to where I was sitting.
"What's up?" I asked before I shoved a forkful of the mac and cheese into my mouth. I cringed at the taste of it. No matter how many times the cook argued about it with me, I still say that my dad makes the best macaroni and cheese.
"Why is it I only see you in here eating food? I mean, you've actually become friends with the cook! Why don't you come swimming with me or something?" she asked.
"Ew, in that lake. No thanks, you don't know what might be in there," I said.
"Oh come on, it's not like you're swimming in the East River. It's just a lake!" she said.
"That's not what I was talking about. What if the Loch Ness Monster's cousin lives in there?" I asked.
"Why are you always so dramatic?" Bailey asked, and I shrugged.
"I dunno. Look, I stay in here because there isn't anything for me to do. And don't say you'll teach me how to ride a horse. That's never gonna happen."
"There are so many things for you to do!" she said. When I didn't respond, she sighed loudly. "Look, I hear a bunch of girls are about to play baseball. We can be on the same team and kick their butts."
I thought about it for a second, then i figured playing baseball would be more fun than stuffing my face for the fourth day in a row. Besides, it would be an easy win for me. I mean, come on, what did some country girls know about baseball?
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Seriously, the isolation cabin. I got sent to the isolation cabin. Sure, I had jumped one of the kids durng the game, but it was only because she kept making totally unfair calls. I knew I shouldn't have played with them. Country kids really didn't know anything about baseball. I was getting it right, they were getting it wrong.
Okay, so maybe it was a little wrong to attack one of the girls over a game, but hey, I'm bored out of my mind here! I needed some action. But it wasn't like they had to send me to the isolation cabin. Now I could only see Darcy the Cook three times a day.
Oh God, I've been eating more than three times a day now? I really am my father's daughter, I guess. Speaking of Dad....
I went into my bag and pulled out the stationary kid he had gotten me before I left. I went to lay on my bed and began writing.
Dear Dad,
I hate it here. I'm thinkin' since I'm already in California, I'll just run away to Los Angeles so I can be with 'city people' again. Maybe while I'm there, I'll become an actress. But if my body's found in a ditch on the side of the road because I starved to death trying to get there, I blame you for sending me to this horrible place.
Love your wonderful daughter who you shouldn't torture like this,
Lucy
I smiled as I folded the paper and put it inside an envelope. There, that should make him feel guilty.
