Right Kind Of Wrong

I couldn't help but feel sorry for her, she was just sitting there doing her best to help the little girl with her art, she had no idea what was about to happen to her. What kind of horror was only hours away to completely change her world. I know the arrival of my mother to camp brought out my dramatic side but one conversation with my mother and Carrie will be running for the hills. And god help the poor doctor if she ever bumps into him. I must be smiling cause Carrie's smiling brightly at me as walking towards me.

'You don't like art?.............' She's waving a piece of paper in her hand.

'It's not really my thing.,...........'

'Of course it is........everyone has some sort of artistic talent in them............'She slides the paper down in front of me and pushes a pen in my hand. 'Go on..........' I look down at the blank piece of paper then back up at her.

'I really don't think........'

'Go on........'She places her hand over mine and moves it over the page. The sheer thrill of having her touch my hand sends my body into a flip of excitement. My eyes scan over the blank paper and I know exactly what my artist talent is.

Because of you

I never Strayed to far from the side walk

Because of you

I leant to play on the safe side

So I don't get hurt

Because of you

I find it hard to trust

Not only me, but everyone around me

Because of you

I am afraid.

I can see out the side of my eye that she's smirking at me and it makes me feel good that I've brought that kind of reaction to her.

'Well aren't you a clever clogs.............'She ruffles my hair and I'm blushing. 'You might even win the badge at the end of the day for that...............'She ruffles my hair again and I can't help but let out a little sigh. A happy little sigh.

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We're both sitting on the bottom bunk in our cabin and I'm smiling like an idiot every time I look at her. I think I've got her all wrong. Not once since we've been alone here have I seen her shy timid nature I saw La. She's suddenly became a little know it all that likes flirt with me and I've turned into the bubbling idiot that can't say anything without blushing.

'Your hands are really small.........'She's smiling as I look down at me hands.

'All of me is small...........'I point out and she laughs.

'That is true............but your hands are really small.............'She takes my hand and holds it up with her own to measure the size.

'Ehh.....i guess they are........' She keeps my hand held up with her own and studies it closely. She turns it over and brushes my knuckles with her finger tips and I shudder.

'And soft........do you use some sort of hand cream?........'

'I don't know...........'

'You don't know?............'She's laughing again. It's all she seems to do around me.

'Ashley.....my friend......she does all that.........'She lets my hand slip from hers and gives me an odd look.

'Your friend rubs cream on you?............' That does sound weird when she says it.

'She's my make up artist..........'

'You have a make up artist?.........' I nod 'You can't do your own make up?........' I shake my head. 'Ahhh to cute..............'She's off the bed and I'm in shock. She called me cute. Before I can silently celebrate in my head I'm interrupted with the banging of the door and my mothers voice on the other end calling me name