Truth or Dare

It's just goodnight not goodbye

Lydia

"Hey Lydia, truth or dare?"

Wes looked up at me, drawing in the dirt. I rolled my eyes. Being the oldest actual campers at the camp, the activities at the beach party last night had lost most of its allure after years of doing the same thing. Especially when we had already been there for three weeks. The beach party was more for the little kids anyway. They still found joy in having their faces painted by awful artists, playing basketball against each other to see which team would be crowned Camp Champ, and standing on a surf board that someone pushed for them in the shallow end of the lake.

As older kids, it was our job to find ways of entertainment for ourselves. So as the older kids do, we found ourselves a corner on the stairs, hidden behind the leaves of the bushes lining the beach. It was quieter, and the little kids didn’t really come over around us. There we were; the eight of us sitting on the steps hidden away from everyone else. Hayley, Annie, Allie and me hanging out with our friends, Wes, Alexi, Keith and Jack. After several failed attempts to find a way to stay sane from the boredom, we were all slightly annoyed. Thus the start of the age old game “Truth or Dare”.

"Truth," I said, and the others groaned around me. "What? It's my choice."

"I know but you always pick truth, pick dare for once," Annie complained and tucking some of her dark blonde hair back into her bandana headband.

"I don't see you picking dare all the time. I'm allowed to pick what I want," I rolled my eyes and looked back at Wes. "I pick truth."

"Alright, um, what was your first weapon taught to you and how old were you when you started to learn?" Wes asked.

I was an weapons expert at the age of sixteen which might be a big reason why the guys wanted to hang out with me at camp. And most of the guys I was friends with, here and home, enjoyed talking to me about guns, throwing knives, and the latest violent video games that were coming out that I never actually cared about but for some reason knew about anyway. "And your fists don't count." He added.

"It was a bow and arrow, actually. I was six years old when I started on a junior bow and arrow set. By the way, learning to fist fight wasn’t until I was six and a half," I stuck out my tongue at him.

"Of course her first weapons training was in archery.” Hayley laughed, “She's training for the Olympics, remember?" Of course, she neglected to mention she was training with me.

"Hayley, truth or dare?" I asked.

"Truth," Annie rolled her eyes before going back to talking to Alexi, who she had grown rather close to in the last three weeks.

"Have you ever frenched anyone?" I smirked, nudging her shoulder.

"Lydia Hanson, you know just as much as I do that you are the only one out of the two of us who has ever been kissed," Hayley rolled her eyes. It was true, Hayley hadn't had a boyfriend yet.

"What about that guy you went to Rightside Down with?" Annie asked, her attention momentarily returning to us.

"What's Rightside Down?" Alexi asked.

"It's a girls choice dance at our high school. Girls ask and pay and all that. Since it is the opposite of a regular dance, they call it Rightside Down," Hayley explained and then turned to me, "A date to a dance, yes. Boyfriend, no."

I never understood why Hayley didn’t get asked out by guys at our school at home. She was pretty, with ebony black hair and pale skin. She reminded me of a long haired Snow White. Hayley was the more athletic  one during our archery practices, which were often watched by the other guys who trained at the same place as us. My hunch was that the guys were just intimidated by her talent, which means they weren’t worth it anyway.