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As I walked away from Ryan, that was the last time I ever spoke to him that year. I never let him near me. And neither did my friends. My year was just like any other. We had wild nights where we would wreak havoc in town. There were nights when I actually spent some quality time with my family. My dad works pretty hard every day. We’re not crazy rich. And my mom works too so she can help him out. I don’t mind them not spending as much time with me. I still love them.
Roxy got a really wicked guitar for her birthday. And we all decided to start a band. Jason is learning how to play the drums. Hayley got lead vocals. And I’m playing bass guitar. It was an exciting time for us. We have been wanting to do this for a long time now. We called ourselves, MySpace Haters. It’s an inside joke. The five of us detest MySpace. So does the rest of the gang. It’s full of phony poser emo kids and their fucked up lives. And it’s full of blonde bitches taking pictures in their bras and making out with their boyfriend. It’s as if we really want to see that.
I got really into the song writing. I started writing these songs and as time passed I realized they were about Ryan. Does that mean I still haven’t gotten over him? I’m not sure. I haven’t given it much thought. Whenever he came in mind, I’d start doing something else. I didn’t want to be a girl who thought about her boyfriend despite their break up. But my friends loved the songs. They were called, ‘Should’ve Said No’, ‘Up Against The Wall’, and ‘For A Pessimist I’m Pretty Optimistic’. Just a couple of songs about heartbreak, losing faith, and breaking trust. How depressing is that?
On the bright side, I’m going back to Camp Harrington for the last time. NYU accepted me and I’m heading off to college next year. Another good news, Jason is coming with me. I’m gonna hook him up with Jack. They will make a very sexy couple. I’ll have my two best gay friends with me all summer long. Bad news is, Hayley and Roxy don’t want to waste their summer at some camp. That’s what they said and now they are both heading off to Canada.
“Who the fuck goes to Canada?” I asked them.
“Canadians,” said Hayley. I laughed.
“I’m sorry,” said Roxy.
“Yeah, me too,” said Hayley. I shrugged it off. I’ll have Jason and Jack. Together we will unite and murder Angelica. Okay…just kidding. Or am I? I am…maybe…okay I seriously am.
Our band progressed and we started playing at some keg parties. Not the ones with all the football players and fugly cheerleaders. The ones where all the cool people are. People who enjoy good music. And we got a lot of praise. We were even listed as someone’s fave band in their MySpace. Oh the irony!
Did I see Ryan, you may ask. I did. But I chose to ignore him. He would look at me too. Sometimes, I’d get the feeling he’d want to talk to me. But I leave from those situations.
The bus ride to Camp Harrington was fun. Lots of karaoke of Celine Dion and Britney Spears. Jack rode with us too. And that’s what you get when you ride the bust with two homos. I love them.
“Hey Alex, is Ryan coming back?” asked Jack. Oh yeah….he hadn’t heard.
“Ryan and i broke up,” I told him.
“What? You serious?” he asked me. “You two were perfect.”
“Yeah well I don’t know about that,” I said. And I told him what happened at the party.
“THAT BITCH!” yelled Jack. Jason and I laughed.
We got off the bus as it lurched to a stop. We cracked up and sang a Katy Perry song. Jack thinks she’s fierce on account of her owning up to kissing a girl.
We walked down to the main lot where Joe was. We high-fived him as he gave us our badges. And my happiness came crashing down as I saw Ryan walk up and take his badge. He looked over at my gawking face.
