Loving Girls

1. Summer Camp

As far as I remember I have always been the same me. Grace Rosie Pranks, overweight, strongheaded, Miss know-it-all at your service.

At present I am 15 years 1 month and 9 days old. It's August 20th and I've been at Summer Camp since the day after my birthday, meaning July 12th. This is precise, I know, but I think details matter. After all it's what make us all different from one another. It makes us who we are. The reason why I'm taking a look at the past now is recent change. I used to be the same old me, I am not anymore.

To give you an idea, when I arrived at Summer Camp last month, I weighed 140 pounds and I was 4'11'' tall. Most of my weight was situated around my belly and waist. Not what you'd call sexy, by far. My physical appearance has never been something I was ashamed of but I am not dumb either. Apart from that, I have goodlooking straight blond hair shaped in a bobcut. My mother always says I have a fine face because it is symetrical, if you see what it means. My eyes are dark brown, I confess this is the special thing I am proud of.

I have never felt ugly, but neither have I ever felt pretty. At the end of the first day at Summer Camp one of the boy had already nicknamed me "ice cream", probably due to the ball shape. I've never cared, I love ice creams everyone does, duh!

Something special happened to me this Summer though. When I say special it's not exactly true for it happens to basically everyone on Planet Earth. This thing was puberty. I know, I was fifteen and no "symptom" associated to puberty had yet happened to me. Along with periods and boobs came a growth spurt.

It was really like being a character from a sci-fi series. In about a month I grew of 6 inches. No need to tell I was excited and scared at the same time. I went to see the doctor he told me puberty was here at last. According to him I should grow of some 3 inches more before the end of the year.

I must say the morning I realised the change I spent it stuck in front of the mirror looking at my not so fat belly and newly grown feminine curves. I especially was proud of my legs, they had grown so long I wondered how models could have them any longer.

Once I had acknowledged my new body, it was August already, I started noticing the way the other teens looked at me. One day I was teamed up with that boy Shawn, the one who called me "ice cream". It was for a treasure hunt. I was kind of a lonely girl so I had made no real friend. Though here I was seeking hints throughout camp with Shawn. After a while he dared talk to me like he'd do to a decent person.

"So, what's your real name already?" He started.

One thing more about me, I am nothing like rude except on very special occasions, now was not one.

"Grace. Grace Rosie Pranks. Nice to meet you." I smiled, introducing myself. It felt awkward after one month of seeing eachother every day but it felt nice not being insulted for once.

"Well, Grace. I'm done with giving you names." He looked shy now. "I mean, I'm sorry I ever did." He tried a smile.

I returned the smile. "Thank you, I guess." So far, I must say this hunt was fun.

It appears that we also won the hunt. Everybody end up singing and holding the both of us in the air. It is one of the best memories of my life. Before the afternoon ended Shawn had invited me to a party they held in his bunk house. It was a very private secret party, totally against camp rules obviously. But I had finally connected with a living being so I wasn't about to ruin it.

When 10 p.m came, curfew time, I slipped out of my bed on tiptoe. My roommates were all asleep, three girls I had not said a single word to in a month and who had returned the favour. I reached the boys' zone barefeet and knocked on Shawn's door. He opened quickly, I was nervous.