Post by Amber Craze James on Aug 20, 2012 22:59:28 GMT -5
Sleep. It was the very reason Amber James had gotten her head cracked open on the infirmary floor. Well, not sleep. Lack there of. But sleep was also the reason that Amber had been pulling her hair out and trying not to scream over the last few weeks. Again, not sleep, but lack there of. See, she hadn't slept well since... well, since ever. But these few weeks it was worse. Her mind had been so filled with questions and each answer just made more questions. Pajamas? Didn't do a thing. A fan that kept her cool all night? Nope. Reading for an hour before sleeping? Uh-uh. Attempting to cry herself to sleep? All that did was raise questions from her siblings. And the last thing she needed was more questions. So, instead of trying to sleep, she had totally given up. Amber had gotten up after an hour every night and sat on the porch and read. The problem was that she could read two or so books, and she was running out. This week alone, she had read Nevermore: A Maximum Ride Novel , two of the Artemis Fowl books, Before I Fall, and the last Eragon book.
So there you go. The story of a teenage, sleepless maniac.
That night in particular was tricky. She had read everything she had, so what was there to do? She had just finished sketching a tree that sat outside the Apollo cabin and she still had a few hours to kill. She examined the tree sketch for a moment and added a small detail, then stared at the actuall tree, and started writing a small paragraph in her best handwriting the in the lower right corner of the picture.
It stands tall, she wrote and very strong. It seems impossible that anything could ever knock it down. But even the tallest of things can be knocked down quickly and easily. A dare or a swift movement of anger towards the beautiful tree, and it can be on the ground in several seconds. And even if someone can manage to replant it, it will never be the same again. It will be in a different spot, no longer highlighted by the moon at night and warmed by the sun during the day, and possibly outshined in the shadows of it's family. After one moment of anger, this beautiful tree could never be the same again. It was actually quite pathetic, considering what she usually wrote. But it was three AM and she was tired. Yes, folks, Amber wasn't just songs, adreneline, stupidity, and lack of Melatonine. She actually had a soft, small, slightly tortured, poetic side. She didn't know why it was slightly tortured... I mean, she didn't really have a dad. That was pretty much it. Sure, for a while she had cooked every meal and cleaned every day while ballancing a heavy load of schoolwork... but she didn't see why it was so bad. She just felt a small pain inside of her that she didn't know where it came from. Now, of course, it was probably because of the acting jerk, Pandora Relenta and the non-accepting Brandon Gale. It still killed Amber to see either of them. Pandora moreso then Brandon, sense they had been good friends at the time.... but still, Brandon was no exception.
Amber put her hands to her head and tried to stile her intense, sudden heacdache. This had been happening more and more sense she had busted her head. I mean, she had always had headaches. But none where this intense and sudden. But, as soon as they came, they stopped. To try and clear her head, Amber got up off the porch and set off. Instantly, she knew it was probably a bad idea to go out in the dark without shoes or a jacket. But she just sighed to herself and started walking. She looked up at the moon, the stars and the light glow of fireflies that looked like orange freckles on the underbrush of the bushes and trees. Camp was beautiful. That was the only word you could use... beautiful. Not glamerous. The life at camp consisted of family walking around EVERYWHERE. No, the camp life could not ever be considered glamerous. Just beautiful. As simple as that.
Amber's cold toes brushed against the grass as she walked. That was camp, for you. Hot in the day and cold at night. Of course, Amber was used to extreme tempatures, considering that in her house was always sixtty-one degrees at hotest, and outside was... well, outside was Texas. And Texas was hot. Really, really hot. It was a miracle if you could wear anything besides a tanktop and not be sweating your butt off. Amber's entire wardrobe there had consisted of tanktops and shorts. She had owned one small windbreaker. That was it. Now it had a veriety of t-shirts and short and long sleeved shirts, along with jeans, shorts and skirts. Although, her pajamas where roughly the same. Take then, for example. A red Hello Kitty tanktop and matching, white shorts. Yup, Amber just had a awesome sense of style. Speaking of which, she sat down on a bench and started to braid her long, blonde hair. It was more for comfort then style, but it did look good.
Amber let her braid drop onto her back, tied and all. She sighed and laid down on the bench, facing the back of it with her knees pulled tightly together so that they would fit on the wood. She pulled her hand up under her head to use as a pillow, which made goosebumps run up her arms, considering the bench was so cold. She let her eyes close as she pulled up into a half-ball sort of thing. She almost thought she might have a chance of sleeping, before a bird sounded somewhere off in the distance and she jerk awake suddenly. But at the moment, she was perfectly fine just laying there. Not sleeping, just laying there.
I mean, what else did she have to do?