Post by aundrea gabrielle cannes on Aug 14, 2009 20:28:06 GMT -5
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pinch me if i'm dreaming, as a matter
of fact i take that back let me lay here
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Aundrea had just finished her last writing class of the day, meaning the hours that remained were hers to do whatever with. She was still in her teaching area, cleaning up what her campers had left and getting everything ready for the next day's session. She loved instructing creative writing, but she was glad that she was done for the day and could now do whatever, well as long as it didn't break camp rules, not that she usually followed them anyway. The only reason she didn't flat out leave because she did really hate some of the rules was because she loved seeing such talented musicians improving themselves. Aundrea actually loved all of her campers, or most all of them, and was looking forward to seeing where each of them ended up. Meanwhile, she still hadn't decided what she was going to do with her future. After all, she couldn't be a summer camp counselor forever, and she really didn't want to be. It was great now, but eventually she would have to find something else to do. Until then however, she was perfectly content with helping others develop and improve their writing skills. Writing was probably Aundrea's favorite part of the musical process because it was a way to be expressive and sometimes discreet. It was just an exciting process to Aundrea and the reason she always looked forward to her sessions. If she'd been stuck teaching something else, chances were her campers would probably see a different side of her. A less interested side. It wasn't that writing was the only thing Aundrea loved, but it just did something for her that other elements couldn't. It was currently the love of her life.
Aundrea placed her hands on her hips and smiled at the organized area before grabbing her things and heading back to her cabin. She just wanted to drop off her notebook and guitar, two things she always took with her. The notebook was filled with unfinished songs, bridges, and choruses that would often pop into her head. Eventually she would link some things together, but for the time being she just wanted all her good ideas written down for her to look back on. The walk from her session area to her cabin wasn't a very long one and in a matter of minutes, Aundrea was sticking her small key into the knob and unlocking the door to let herself in. She set her things down on her bed and went into the bathroom to check her hair, teeth, make-up and her overall appearance. It was almost dinner time, thank God, because she was hungry. After fixing herself up and changing out of the staff t-shirt she was given, Aundrea locked the door back and headed for the dining hall. She didn't usually like walking alone, but now her hunger was blocking out any fear she had of something happening on the short walk. She'd skipped her lunch to walk down to the beach earlier which she now knew was a big mistake. Usually, the gap of time between lunch and dinner didn't seem that long, but since she was hungry it felt like days. All she'd had to eat was a granola bar she'd found in her purse earlier.
After walking along one of the many trails for what seemed like eternity, thanks to her hunger, Aundrea finally pushed open the doors to the dining hall and smiled. The entire time she was outside, she'd been trying to distract herself from her hunger, which she was unsuccessful at. Still, being surrounded by food that she was going to have to wait in line for really wasn't so much better. Aundrea grabbed a tray and got her place in line, not close to the front but not far back either. She whistled an old lullaby her mother used to sing her while she waited, smiling at the picture of her loving mommy/daughter moments. Even though she hadn't seen her in years, Aundrea could almost remember her like it'd only been yesterday. She loved everything about her mother, her voice, her friendly face, the food she cooked for Aundrea, all of it. But sadly, her father had to take all of that away from her by messing around with her former tutor. Aundrea was so deep in thought she didn't even notice the line moving until someone behind her pushed her, nearly knocking her over. She smiled apologetically, though she didn't see why they had to push so hard, and moved forward, closer and closer to the food that was practically calling her name.
Aundrea eventually got her food and went to sit down at one of the tables, completely ignoring the suggestion that all counselors eat with other counselors. Being young made Aundrea feel like she had the right to sit with other young people, not to call the counselors old. Besides, she loved hearing the stories the campers had to share about what was going on around White Orchard. Since dinner hadn't really started, the dining hall wasn't filled up so it wasn't hard to find a seat. Aundrea picked one near a small group of girl campers, some of them having just left her creative writing session. She smiled and waved with her fork in her hand before starting on her salad. Aundrea wasn't a health nut, but she did like to watch what she ate. She had an aunt with high cholesterol, grandmother with diabetes, and another aunt with atherosclerosis. Good health didn't run in the Cannes family, and since Aundrea had already developed some pretty unhealthy habits like drinking now and then, food was the easiest thing for her to be concerned with. However, to balance out the salad Drea also had a brownie and a soda, just because they were her guilty pleasure. She couldn't be one-hundred percent healthy, but she really didn't care. As long as she could wake up each day and feel ok, she was satisfied with her diet.
tagged: anyone
outfit: click
word count: one thousand
notes: bleh needed something to do
lyrics:trey songz - it would be you
