My Life: The Painstakingly Documented Account of Camila Anderson's Descent into Madness

Part 19: The Happiest Place in the World

Soory i havn't written, its been wild.

But fun

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"C-cole?" I managed to sqeak.

He was Cole Walter.

My bestfriend all throughout my childhood.

The one who told me he thought blood was cool when he was about 5, the one who said I was weird in grade 3, the one who said he liked me being weird (also in grade 3), the one who came to Morocco with me in grade 4, the one who was my amazing listener when I vented about how mad I was at Sean what-ever-his-name-is when he pushed me into the mud in grade 5, the one who said I did good on the math test when I got a 49% in grade 6, the one who I pulled legendary pranks with in grade 7. That is, until I got expelled.

He was Cole Walter.

"Yea Cammie, uhh wow." was all he said with a look of admiration on his face.

He. Was. Here.

Holy crap.

"I like your hair, Cam, last time i saw you, it was-"

"So i'm glad you two have met." Jesse (rudely) interupted him.

He looked kinda mad.

Whats gotten into him lately?

I have to talk to him about it.

"Well Cole, I'll show you to your cabin now. Bye Camila." Jesse said and walked away.

"Whats up his ass?" Cole asked with a smirk.

The same smirk, the same goofy smile, the same green eyes.

He was exactly the same.

Except taller.

A lot taller.

"Have no idea." I whispered back as he walked away.

This was so....weird.

It was around 3 in the afternoon now,

I spent the day in the theatre, just listening to the other performs rehearse.

They were all good.

And not scared to be on stage.

God, this sucked.

I stopped thinking about River when I saw Jesse, now I can't stop thinking about Cole and Jesse's almost out of the picture.

Almost.

I heard the door open and for a second i thought it might be, A) Jesse B) Cole or my some slight miricle C) Simon.

I miss him so much.

I'm all aloney.

Except for the fact I have got Cole, Jesse, Thea and Pepper here with me.

Speaking of Pepper, she was the one walked in the door.

I laughed as she moved her hips to the music.

She was a great dancer.

And she wasn't scared of being on stage either.

Merde.

"Mind if I join you?" she said and sat down.

"Why not?"

"Cammie? You ok?" she asked wityh concern.

"Well, an old-"

"HEY CAMMIE!" a voice shouted.