Emily limped out of the nurse's office and realized that she had no place
to go; she didn't know where her cabin was, she did not want to go find
Monica, and Andrew was giving more swimming lessons. So in a last minute
decision, Emily decided to go back to her cabin and wait.
"Helllloooooo?" Emily called into the empty bunk, checking to make sure she was safe alone. "Is anyone in here?" When no one answered, she cautiously walked in, scared of what to do. (Little did she know that Monica and Andrew were watching her out of sight.)
Emily collapsed on her bed and curled into a small ball. Her mind was racing about everything that had happened in the past day and a half; Monica not comforting her, Andrew eavesdropping and hearing his story, and on top of it all, her dad in the hospital again.
Underneath the pillow on Emily's bed, her hand crept up to meet the journal that had heard everything about the first few months with Monica, Tess, and Andrew. In anger, Emily threw the book across the room and left it open to a page in Monica's reach on the floor.
Andrew nudged Monica to pick up the Journal and as she held it gently he told her, "She wants you to see this, to know what she really does feel. But she doesn't have the courage to show you."
Monica started reading the journal out loud and got softer until she was silent as she read:
"Dear Journal I really hope that I could show Monica this sometime this week, but I don't think she would have the time and I'm too afraid so here it goes. I miss my dad so much, almost more than my mom because I got to say goodbye to her and I know that I'll see her again. This is the second time he has been in the hospital since the accident. I lay on my bed at night just dreaming for someone to come along side me and love me and take me in to tell me that everything will be okay. I have Monica but-"
Monica paused there and looked at Andrew who was now joined by Tess, "I don't think I want to read anymore."
"Keep going, angel girl, you know she loves you, what came be painful from someone you love?" Tess encouraged.
Monica continued, "She just seems preoccupied with the other girls. I'm jealous. I know that she has her work and I respect that but, she's, well, it sounds stupid, but I miss her. When I'm not with her, I wish I was. I try not to, but I feel scared of familiar things like my feelings, my openness with Monica, and my friendships with Tess and Andrew. Especially my feelings, I can't express them anymore. I love camp, but I'm not sure I like being here. Goodnight mom, dad, and Monica wherever you are. Emily."
Monica finished and looked for Tess or Andrew, but they were nowhere to be found. "I guess I know what I have to do." She said to herself.
"Helllloooooo?" Emily called into the empty bunk, checking to make sure she was safe alone. "Is anyone in here?" When no one answered, she cautiously walked in, scared of what to do. (Little did she know that Monica and Andrew were watching her out of sight.)
Emily collapsed on her bed and curled into a small ball. Her mind was racing about everything that had happened in the past day and a half; Monica not comforting her, Andrew eavesdropping and hearing his story, and on top of it all, her dad in the hospital again.
Underneath the pillow on Emily's bed, her hand crept up to meet the journal that had heard everything about the first few months with Monica, Tess, and Andrew. In anger, Emily threw the book across the room and left it open to a page in Monica's reach on the floor.
Andrew nudged Monica to pick up the Journal and as she held it gently he told her, "She wants you to see this, to know what she really does feel. But she doesn't have the courage to show you."
Monica started reading the journal out loud and got softer until she was silent as she read:
"Dear Journal I really hope that I could show Monica this sometime this week, but I don't think she would have the time and I'm too afraid so here it goes. I miss my dad so much, almost more than my mom because I got to say goodbye to her and I know that I'll see her again. This is the second time he has been in the hospital since the accident. I lay on my bed at night just dreaming for someone to come along side me and love me and take me in to tell me that everything will be okay. I have Monica but-"
Monica paused there and looked at Andrew who was now joined by Tess, "I don't think I want to read anymore."
"Keep going, angel girl, you know she loves you, what came be painful from someone you love?" Tess encouraged.
Monica continued, "She just seems preoccupied with the other girls. I'm jealous. I know that she has her work and I respect that but, she's, well, it sounds stupid, but I miss her. When I'm not with her, I wish I was. I try not to, but I feel scared of familiar things like my feelings, my openness with Monica, and my friendships with Tess and Andrew. Especially my feelings, I can't express them anymore. I love camp, but I'm not sure I like being here. Goodnight mom, dad, and Monica wherever you are. Emily."
Monica finished and looked for Tess or Andrew, but they were nowhere to be found. "I guess I know what I have to do." She said to herself.