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Camp Revenge Season 2

Chapter 4: "Expectations"

No one believes that their life will turn out just kind of ok. We all think we're going to be great. And from the day we grow up, we are filled with expectations. Expectations of the path that we make, the people we will help, the difference we will make. Great expectations of who we will be, where we will go. And then we get there.

It's been another day. I'm still sitting by the door. Nate and Jason and sleeping, but I'm awake. I can't sleep knowing that Mitchie is throwing herself away like this.

"Are you sure you don't want food? Anything?" I asked.

Silence.

"I could go get chips and queso from On The Border. Would you like that?" I offered.

Silence.

"You're gonna starve yourself," I said.

Silence.

"I can't let you do that,"

"If you're gonna ask me if I want food one more time, I'll drown myself in the bathtub," Mitchie said.

I sighed. "Fine,"

"Fine what?"

"I'll shut up. Don't kill yourself. If you killed yourself I'd be lonely and become a man whore,"

"You already are a man whore,"

"Thanks,"

"No problem," She paused. "I'm dark and twisty…"

"No you're not,"

"Yes I am,"

"If anyone's dark and twisty, it's me,"

"I wouldn't be so sure,"

"No, I'm definitely dark and twisty,"

"Well so am I. I guess we make a good couple,"

"I turned you dark and twisty,"

"You did not turn me dark and twisty,"

"Yes, I did,"

Flashback

Mitchie came after me. "Wait! Shane! Where are you going?"

I turned to face her. "Can you just leave me alone? I want to be dark and twisty!" I walked faster out of the dining hall and went into my cabin, slamming the door. I leaned up against the door and then slid down, sitting on the ground. I closed my eyes and focused on my breathing.

Mitchie knocked on my door. "Shane? Are you in there?"

I didn't answer.

"Shane? Please? Open the door," she begged.

Still no answer.

"Please don't be dark and twisty," Mitchie said, her voice filled with sorrow.

Silence.

"But Shane… The dance is next week," she sounded heart broken.

What dance? I stood up and opened the door. Mitchie half smiled and came into my cabin.

I faced Mitchie. "What dance are we talking about?"

Mitchie smiled. "The promette!"

The what now?

"You know, it's like the prom, only for kids our age,"

"A promette, eh?"

"Yeah! It's like the best thing of the year!"

"I don't remember a promette when I went to camp here,"

"That's because it started last year. Everyone brings fancy clothes from home and then you wear it to the promette! It's really fun!"

"I didn't get the memo,"

"You didn't read the pamphlet,"

"Damn right I didn't,"

She sighed. "So you don't have fancy attire?"

"Umm… no. And even if I did, why would I wear it to a stupid camp dance?"

"Because it's what you do!"

I shook my head. "No. No dance for me. That's such a stupid thing. A promette? How lame! And besides, I'm dark and twisty," I lay down on my bed.

Mitchie scoffed. "Fine! I'll go with someone else!"

Back to present time

"Mitchie, I turned you dark and twisty," I told her.

"I don't believe you," she replied.

"Well it's true,"

"I refuse to believe it's true,"

"Are you in denial now?"

"Am I dark and twisty?"

"What?"

"That's my point,"

"Your point makes no sense,"

"I believe it makes sense to yo momma,"

I laughed. "I don't think even my mum would understand your backwards logic,"

"Sure she wouldn't…"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I don't know; ask your momma,"

"Yeah, I'll get right on that," I replied sarcastically.

"You do that," she mumbled.

There was an awkward silence and then I spoke again. "So do you want food? Anything?"

"I'm not hungry," she replied.

"Thirsty?"

"There's water in here,"

"Don't you want to change into comfortable clothes?"

"No. I like my dress,"

"Why don't you get out of the bathroom? You can't stay in there forever. Eventually you'll die,"

Silence.

"What? It's true,"

She paused for a moment. "You really are dark and twisty! Anyone who just throws around the word 'death' like that is truly messed up,"

"Want me to become bright and shiny?"

"I like dark and twisty,"

"You like needy,"

"What?"

"I'm needy. I need lots of things. You like that,"

"I do not!"

"Sure you do!"

"I do not need needy… or dark and twisty. I am dark and twisty. I'm enough,"

"So do you want me to be bright and shiny?"

"I dunno. Do you want to be bright and shiny?"

"I dunno. Do I?"

"Shut up,"

"Get out of the bathroom,"

Silence.

Flashback

"Hey Uncle Brownie," I said. "We were just off to go hang out by the lake,"

Uncle Brown turned to me. "You made friends?"

I shrugged. "I guess so,"

"So are we back to being bright and shiny?" he asked.

I shrugged again. "Not really sure. I guess I'm on the border of dark and twisty,"

He smiled. "Good. I like bright and shiny Shane better than the dark and twisty one,"

I laughed. "I bet you do,"

Back to present day

"Today's the day," I said.

"What?" Mitchie asked.

I stood up. "Today's the day I say goodbye to dark and twisty Shane and hello to bright and shiny Shane,"

"I like dark and twisty Shane, though,"

"So you admit it?"

"Admit what?"

"You need needy,"

"Ok. Fine. I need needy. Happy now?"

I smirked and sat back down. "So are you ever gonna come out of the bathroom?"

"No,"

We all think we're going to be great. And we feel a little bit robbed when our expectations aren't met. But sometimes, our expectations sell short. Sometimes the expected simply pails in comparison to the unexpected. You gotta wonder why we cling to our expectations. Because the expected is just what keeps us standing. Still, the expected is just the beginning. The unexpected is what changes our lives.

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