Back to Baja.
Story of Bridget's third summer. I don't own any of the rights to these places or characters.
"I can't believe you're going back to that place Bee," said Tibby in disgust as she watched her friend pack.
"After what happened there," added Carmen.
"She needs to conquer her demons," Lena clarified to Carmen.
"Why?" Carmen snapped back.
"Didn't you ever want to do something over?" asked Tibby knowing very well what the answer was.
"When did you go to her side?" Carmen snapped again.
"When did you get so snotty?" Bee chimed in, "And when did Bee become too young to make her own decisions?"
"I'm going to miss you guys," Lena gushed to Bee and Carma, "I'm staying at home," she pouted.
"So am I," Tibby said looking as if she was pretending to be hurt because Lena didn't want to be at home, "We still have eachother Lenny!" they hugged dramatically. Bee and Carmen looked at their crazy friends and laughed.
"Vreeland, Bridget?" Connie asked as she looked up from her clip board, "Cabin 3, follow Sherrie."
"Hi," Bridget said nicely
"Welcome Bridget," Sherrie replied.
"Hi everybody," Bridget said as she made her way in the cabin. She received a few hi's back, "Well I'm going swimming," she announced, "I'll be back before dinner," no one followed her.
"I don't know anyone here anymore," Bridget thought to herself while she was swimming, "Most of the staff isn't even the same. I miss my old friends from here. Oh Bee, buck up! You know you can make friends really easy."
The next morning was when they received teams. The coaches were Molly, Eric, Samantha, Denise, Holly and Kostos.
"It can't be," Bee muttered to herself. She herself had never met Lena's Kostos so she didn't know what he looked like in person. She had seen his picture two years ago, but she couldn't really see that picture in her mind anymore. She got a chance to find out because he would be her coach for the next few weeks in camp, "There can't be many people with that name," Bee continued to think outloud, "Where did they say he was from?" she was still talking to herself.
"Greece," someone whispered to her.
"Thanks," she muttered absently, "Oh shit."
Story of Bridget's third summer. I don't own any of the rights to these places or characters.
"I can't believe you're going back to that place Bee," said Tibby in disgust as she watched her friend pack.
"After what happened there," added Carmen.
"She needs to conquer her demons," Lena clarified to Carmen.
"Why?" Carmen snapped back.
"Didn't you ever want to do something over?" asked Tibby knowing very well what the answer was.
"When did you go to her side?" Carmen snapped again.
"When did you get so snotty?" Bee chimed in, "And when did Bee become too young to make her own decisions?"
"I'm going to miss you guys," Lena gushed to Bee and Carma, "I'm staying at home," she pouted.
"So am I," Tibby said looking as if she was pretending to be hurt because Lena didn't want to be at home, "We still have eachother Lenny!" they hugged dramatically. Bee and Carmen looked at their crazy friends and laughed.
"Vreeland, Bridget?" Connie asked as she looked up from her clip board, "Cabin 3, follow Sherrie."
"Hi," Bridget said nicely
"Welcome Bridget," Sherrie replied.
"Hi everybody," Bridget said as she made her way in the cabin. She received a few hi's back, "Well I'm going swimming," she announced, "I'll be back before dinner," no one followed her.
"I don't know anyone here anymore," Bridget thought to herself while she was swimming, "Most of the staff isn't even the same. I miss my old friends from here. Oh Bee, buck up! You know you can make friends really easy."
The next morning was when they received teams. The coaches were Molly, Eric, Samantha, Denise, Holly and Kostos.
"It can't be," Bee muttered to herself. She herself had never met Lena's Kostos so she didn't know what he looked like in person. She had seen his picture two years ago, but she couldn't really see that picture in her mind anymore. She got a chance to find out because he would be her coach for the next few weeks in camp, "There can't be many people with that name," Bee continued to think outloud, "Where did they say he was from?" she was still talking to herself.
"Greece," someone whispered to her.
"Thanks," she muttered absently, "Oh shit."