2. Camp Lincoln
I flip through the brochure my parents gave me on Camp Lincoln. It looks like a place for kids. The brochure boasts about sailing, swimming, photography, and "Much, much more!" To me it looks like the lake could be contaminated, and the cabins look old and dilapidated. It doesn't look like the stress free summer my parents make it out to be. I already feel stressed about the roof caving in on my head as I sleep. There's a knock on my bedroom door, and my twin sister Ansley walks in. Ansley won't be going along because she's going to smart kid camp, and my little brother Tye is staying in Missouri with our aunt. I'm not smart enough to go to the camp with Ansley, and our aunt is Missouri is a little crazy. I don't envy Tye's summer plans. "Hey," Ansley says softly. I look up without acknowledging her. She sits next to me on my bed, and I toss the stupid brochure onto the floor. "You okay?" Ansley asks me, looking genuinely concerned. I nod, blinking hard to keep from crying. "Yeah. I guess so. I just...I don't know. You and Tye planned your summers. But mom and dad are just sending me off, and I can't help feeling that it's a punishment." Ansley picks at a stray thread on my comforter. "It's not a punishment, trust me. Mom and dad only want what's best for us. You know that." I sigh and look out the window. "Yes, I know." Ansley's face suddenly brightens. "I have an idea! I'm going to throw you a going away party!" Ansley's always planning something or other. She probably plans her breakfast the night before. "A joint going away party," I correct her. "You're leaving too." She nods. "I'll go plan it right now! We'll have so much fun! And we have to stay in touch over the summer. You know you're like my best friend." The tears threaten to roll down my cheeks but I hold them back and reply, "You're my best friend too." We hug, and then Ansley races off, already chattering excitedly to herself about all of her ideas. I flop back onto my bed. The only things that look remotely okay about Camp Lincoln are the tennis courts and the soccer fields. I really love soccer, but sometimes I wish my parents would just chill about it. I know I am the best on the team, but they put so much pressure on me, and so does my coach. My parents want me to quit tennis and focus on soccer, but I like tennis too and don't want to quit. This is a reason why my mom and I fight constantly. I shut my eyes and sigh. I can block out Camp Lincoln for at least another week.