3. Bon Voyage
I knew Ansley goes overboard for a lot of things, but until this, I didn't know that included parties. There's a huge sign above the fireplace that reads "BON VOYAGE!" and there are streamers everywhere, our friends are standing around the sofas, and the food looks extravagant. I'm leaving tomorrow, and this whole thing makes me tear up once more. My friends Cassidee, Taylor, and Kate walk over to me, wearing sympathetic looks on their faces. "I'm sorry you have to go," Kate tells me. "I'm sorry too," I say, biting my lip. Cassidee punches my arm playfully. "Don't drown in that lake." I roll my eyes, but there's no denying that I have a huge fear of deep water. Taylor puts her arm around me. "Ignore her. I'm sure you'll have a great time." Taylor is definitely the optimist of our group of friends. Ansley catches my eye from across the room and waves me over, screaming, "Come on, Ally! We couldn't call this a party without cake!" Kate claps her hands giddily. "Cake!" I laugh and watch my friends run off. I stand back a minute, thinking. No matter what Taylor says, I'm sure I won't have fun at Camp Lincoln. I vow to myself that I won't have fun there. With something possibly going on here at home, I couldn't have fun anyway. I still haven't figured out why exactly I am being sent away, but I'm determined to before I leave for good tomorrow. Later, when the party is over and I'm back in my room listening to music, the nerves set in. What if no one likes me? What if the person I'm sharing my room with is mean and doesn't talk to me or pranks me while I'm sleeping? I check the time. 11:49. I can tell I won't be sleeping much tonight, if at all. I sigh and roll over, waiting for sleep to come. Sometimes when I can't sleep, Ansley can't sleep either but I knocked on her door a little earlier and she was sound asleep. I set my iPod on my nightstand and when I do, my hand hits the Camp Lincoln brochure. I pick it up and open it for the millionth time today. Maybe if I spend every day playing soccer and tennis I can avoid anyone who might be mean and just get better at my sports. I'll be a senior next year, and I want to play soccer in college. There will be scouts at our games, and while I maybe already be the best, there's always room for improvement. Around 2:00 I'm still awake, tossing and turning and trying to keep my mind off camp. I don't know why I'm so nervous. The next morning, looking in the mirror, I wish I would have slept. I dress in a soccer shirt, shorts, and sneakers. I'm not looking to impress anyone. To prove this point, I throw my hair up in a ponytail and wear only a bit of makeup to cover up my near sleepless night. "Ally! Let's go!" yells my dad from downstairs. "We're leaving soon!" I grab my bags and stand in my doorway and look around my room for the last time in weeks. Then, taking a deep breath, I turn around and walk out to the car. Ansley and Tye have already left, so only my mom stays to bid me goodbye. I hug her, tell her I'll call regularly, and that I'll be safe. Then I dump my bags in the trunk of my dad's car, and get in the passenger seat. As my dad drives off, I wave to my mom. My house recedes in the distance until we turn a corner and I can't see it anymore. There's no going back now.