Personal Narrative: The Vampire Diaries

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If making friends was surviving, I sure as hell wasn’t a survivor. When I first signed up for the camp, it was to get my parents off my back. “Do something with hockey, Sophie, you don’t want to fall behind.” The instant my parents didn’t believe in me was the second I thought I was up for the challenge. I was wrong. By the time summer rolled around, I forgot about the camp completely. When my parents told me to pack my bags because it was time for purgatory, I was terrified. Once upon a time, I would have been excentric; I would be just as loud and obnoxious as the rest of them. That me wouldn’t have been as pathetic. But the me that went to camp was introverted, awkward, and untalented. There was no place for a girl like me in a place like …show more content…
I don’t think the fact that I was actually going to LFA had hit me yet. In simplier terms, I wasn’t a nervous wreck yet. It was a few days before the camp began I had started to lose my appetite. I couldn’t explain it, but I was having trouble eating anything. It was terrifying for me because I was once able to eat more than a grown man, but now I can’t even clear a plate of first helpings. After my cramming of CW shows, I choked down some food and went to my room and cried. I had a bad, bad, feeling about camp. I still haven’t decided if I was right. The car ride to camp was a silent one, the closer we got to LFA, the farther my stomach would drop. I wanted to cry and beg my parents to turn around, but the one trait I never lost from my former self was my pride. I just couldn’t admit to them that I didn’t even think I could have handled it. When we arrived, I couldn’t ignore the strange look I was getting from everyone. It may have been my mind playing tricks on me, but I couldn’t shake the hard looks from campers and counsellors alike. My mom, who was never keen on hockey camp in the first place reassuringly told me to call her if I wanted to leave early. My dad

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