And the award for the suckiest day of suckitude goes to... Cassandra, the worst daughter of Apollo in history! Let me tell you what you've won! You get:
A verbal beating down, just before being pushed to the ground in a relaxing puddle of mud, and the cleaned off with the finest toilet water found in the boy's bathroom!
Lucky me.
I had no line of defense to fall back on, so I had to just take the beating like a man. I couldn't clearly hear his words because the toilet water was messing with my hearing but if I had to take a guess it would have something to do with me and TJ. The only thing I could hear him say was "bitch", as he walked out the bathroom stall, leaving me there, hurt and alone.
I sat there, trying to piece myself together. It took me about five minutes to decide that things around camp were becoming all too familiar. I had to run.
Writing music and poetry helps me think. It always has, so I relied on that to tell me how to write my going away paper. I was about to finish my sad good bye song, when someone from behind me snatched my notebook of songs away. I turned around to see TJ, reading it intently.
"No." He said, a cold, steel look in his eyes. He wasn't mad. He was determined. Like he would not have it any other way. I knew that look because it was the one I gave myself all those years ago.