mandy adams.
yosemite.[/font][/size]
even when your hope is gone,
move along,
move along[/size]
it's easier to fall apart, look where we are.
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Post by mandy adams. on Sept 9, 2007 7:45:32 GMT -5
 
i'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence i have, for you i will.[/b][/center][/font][/size] It was amazing how the things that you really didn't want to think about, could be the only thing that you thought about sometimes. It was amazing that all day, Mandy was trying to get over the fact that the boy that she really liked had a girlfriend. She had known that he was off the market for her the moment that she fled, and she really had told herself that. So, why was she in this state of...chaos?
Mandy had slept in really late that morning, thank youuuu, Sundays, but she still felt exhausted. She rolled out of bed, once her eyes had adjusted to the scene she saw that the rest of the campers in her bunk had already left. She considered going back to bed, but she knew that if Oliver did see her bunk with out her, that he might think that she was chickening out. No! If she was going to get up, her motivation was not going to be Oliver.
Finally, Mandy realized how ridiculous this fight with herself was, and she rolled out of bed. She could tell it was a beautiful day outside by the way that the sun was seeping in through the windows. She had no idea where her bunk was, but Mandy was in a swimming mood. She kicked off her pajamas, throwing on a bathing suit and a wife beater with a pair of black soffee shorts.
She grabbed the latest novel she was reading and a pair of sunglasses, resting them on top of her head. She took her blonde curls and threw them into a loose bun that hung dangerously low to her back, as if it was threatning to fall out. Mandy enjoyed the sunny day as she walked towards the pool, a passing thought that her bunk might be mad coming and going.
When Mandy arrived at the pool, she laid down on a chaise lounge. She rubbed sun tan lotion into her fair skin and peeled off her shirt and shorts, laying down in her bathing suit. Mandy reached out for the book, opening it and beginning to read.
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mandy adams.
yosemite.[/font][/size]
even when your hope is gone,
move along,
move along[/size]
it's easier to fall apart, look where we are.
Posts: 77
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Post by mandy adams. on Sept 19, 2007 18:05:45 GMT -5
[/center] Mandy knew that if any of the Seqouia girls saw her reading right now, they would give her hell. Mandy was starting to get the impression that here, the Yosemite girls were basically the good girls, and the Sequoia girls the opposite. Maybe that was the same as the Yellowstone verse the Mammoth cabins. Anyway, Mandy didn't really care what people thought of her. To be on the level of celebrity that Mandy was, you really couldn't care what people thought. Whether those people be the paparazzi or some random kids at camp.
It was so hot, and Mandy was a little worried that her skin would burn, but not too much. This book was way too good to set down, and besides. A little sun burn never hurt anyone, did it? Mandy turned the page, engrossed in the literature. Her skin was tingling thanks to the sun's rays, and she couldn't help but shiver. This was such a beautiful surrounding that she was in, too bad she just couldn't get the full effect of the beauty.
Mandy sighed, laying her head back against the chaise for a few moments, staring up at the cloudless sky before looking out at the pool again. A few Yellowstone boys were splashing around in there, a few girls that were wading in, appearing as if they were too afraid of the water to step in all the way. Mandy yawned, returning to her book.
She heard a name being called in front of her, Hanna. When she looked up, she realized that this boy was directing the name at her. She cleared her throat, he must have realized that he had the wrong girl and then covered it up with the statement. Mandy smiled. "Yes it is, actually," She said. Mandy was never really good at introductions, but she was alright, I suppose. "I'm Mandy, nice to meet you." She said, extending her hand.
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