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Author's Note: I hope everybody is having a good week. For now, I am going to try and update this story once a week. So, hopefully I will be able to stick to it!

Chapter Seven

Stacy

Dear Sam,

So far this camp has been great. There are all sorts of kids here. They are really intelligent and not only am I here to educate them on diabetes, but they always come to me for help on their math problems as well! I am sad that I will miss seeing you all summer, though. I hope you are having fun in Mexico.

Can you believe that Charlie went on a road trip with your sister? I bet they kill each other before they are even gone for a week …

I love you,

Stacy

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I was definitely not kidding in what I wrote to Sam when I said that the kids were super intelligent. I was considered a math whiz, and I could not even help them figure out all the problems the math instructor had given them. However, it definitely made them super fun to teach because they were really interested in what I had to say.

Plus, I knew how scared I was when I was first diagnosed with diabetes. Not to mention how scared all my friends were. Heck, my best friend basically started hating me because of it. So, it was nice to be able to teach something to people so that if something similar happened in their life they would be better able to understand it.

"Stacy, are you okay?" one of the kids asked me, in concern. All of the kids here were in fifth through seventh grade. This particular one was a girl who was in fifth grade and had gone all the way to the national spelling bee before losing.

"Just thinking about my boyfriend," I smiled at her, looking over her shoulder to the worksheet she had been filling out. I could not really figure out why any could want to spend their summer vacation doing more homework, but a week in and these kids seemed to love it.

"Statistically speaking, your high school relationship will not last much longer," a boy, named Alfred, spoke up behind me. He was one of the older kids at the camp, just having finished seventh grade. He was also, arguably, the smartest kid there.

"Statistics do not equal romance, Al, remember that," I shook a finger at him, "The way to a girl's heart is through good intentions and a kind soul. If all else fails though, they normally will not say no to flowers and a box of chocolates."

"How long have you been dating?" another girl asked me. All the girls looked really eager to talk about this, while the guys looked more eager to get back to their diabetes worksheets.

"One year," I answered, "Now, let's get focused on the task at hand. Don't worry, whatever questions you have to ask me about guys, you can definitely ask me later."

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I had not really expected the girls to come up to me as soon as they did after class was over. I had just barely settled into my cabin with a good book to read and I heard a knock on my door. I opened it to find seven girls standing there, looking slightly uncomfortable.

"What's going on?" I asked. The girls all looked to the oldest girl, Alice, who cleared her throat.

"We were wondering if you could tell us more about boys," Alice spoke up, quietly. I let out a little laugh as I opened my cabin door to let them in.

"What are you wanting to know?" I asked, as soon as they were all settled in.

"How do you get a guy to like you?" Jen, a fifth grader spoke up, "They only seem interested in the pretty girls."

"First of all," I frowned at her, "You are beautiful, all of you. So, don't go thinking you are not. Second, while you are all a little young to be getting serious about things, I do understand the boy crazy tendency."

"Have you ever had sex?" Maddie spoke up. I choked a little.

"I'm sorry?" I asked, hoping I heard the question wrong.

"We are all intelligent enough to know what sex is," Alice reminded me, "We are just merely curious if you have chosen to indulge in it."

"Well, I don't really know what to say to that," I answered.

"That would be a yes," Jen said wisely. The other girls nodded. Speechless, I really had no reason to deny what she had said. It was not like I was ashamed of it.

I just was not sure how much of I should be telling to pre-teenage girls. They probably got a lot of influence from other sources, but still, I was not sure what I should say.

"Yes, I have," I finally admitted, "My current boyfriend, Sam and I, have had sex on a few occasions."

"And do you practice safe sex?" Maddie asked me. I practically choked again.

"What?" I gave out a little laugh.

"You could end up pregnant, or get some kind of disease," another girl said wisely.

"I know all this," I laughed at them, "You really have overactive imaginations. I thought you ladies wanted to know what attracted guys to girls."

"You are right," Jen said somberly, "Let us get back to that topic."

I let out a breath of relief as I began to tell them about being themselves and talking about Claudia and her individuality. Claudia was one of the most interesting people I knew, and I knew that when she met the right guy, he would be great for her.

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Later, after all the awkward conversations had finished, I lay in my bed, finally able to read my book. I could not believe that the girls had actually had the nerve to ask some of the things they did. I knew that for their super-intelligence, most of them were not exactly socially graceful. In fact, I was almost a hundred percent sure that the girls and boys still managed to keep themselves mostly separated at camp.

Maybe by actually talking things out with them I could change that. "Dating" those boys I did when I was younger really provided me with some of the greatest experiences of my life. Besides, if I had not met Sam then, I am not sure who I would be with now. But, Sam was amazing and I loved having him as a boyfriend.

Besides, it would be cute if there were some relationships that started at camp. The girls and guys here were perfect for each other.

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"Stacy?" a voice spoke up to me as I entered the cabin for the diabetes program. I saw Alfred hiding shyly and gave him a big smile.

"Hey buddy!" I exclaimed, "How is it going?"

"It is going well," he said, giving me a smile, "I was just wondering if we could talk about girls for a few minutes."

"Are you really listening to my advice?" I gave a laugh.

"You exhibit many qualities that show you understand people well," he simply said, "And there is one girl that I have wanted to have a good conversation with for a while, and yet I am unable to work up the nerve to do so."

"Is it a girl here?" I casually asked him. His fleeting moment of panic-stricken expression was enough to alert me to the answer.

"I won't tell anyone," I promised, "But, just think of it this way. Girls are humans too. You see how easily you talk to me? You can talk to them the same way."

"You are different," he decidedly said.

"How am I any different?" I asked, amused.

"You are older," he stated, "So, there is no romantic attraction there."

"Well, I am not really sure what to say to that …," I mumbled. Alfred then gave me an apologetic smile.

"It is not that you are ugly," he stated, "You are quite beautiful, in fact. But, you are our teacher and therefore someone of authority and …,"

"I get your point!" I laughed, "I was just kidding. But, seriously, just talk to the girls like you would talk to me. There is nothing wrong with having a conversation with one of them."

"But ..," Alfred began, but I did not let him finish.

"Seriously, you are a great guy, and any one of those girls would be lucky to have you talk to them," I smiled, "You just have to have the confidence to believe it too!"

"Thanks!" he smiled at me. And he definitely did look more confident as he walked out the door. I shook my head and gave a little laugh. I certainly was going to have a lot to tell Sam in my next letter to him.