Dear Diary,
Today I finished my last exam for the year. Finally! Hopefully next year I’ll get a lecture who actually calls me Mary, not my full name Maria. I won’t bother going into my dislikes with that name.
Now that it is summer holidays I have plenty of time to relax. My parents want me to do summer classes. They’re always trying to control my life. The last thing they let me do that was the slightest fun was... ten years ago. Wow, it’s been that long already. I was ten when they let me go to Camp Woodlands. It seems like a blur to me now however. I must have had some weird dreams around that time because my clearest memory of that camp is wacky. It couldn’t possibly be real.
I think the best thing about Camp Woodlands was the people. The first time I really had any friends, some maybe close enough to call family; since I don’t have any brothers or sisters. The problem with Plotovesus is everyone is so ‘perfect’. Perfectly fake more like it. You can’t trust the people around here. I almost made a friend at school once in senior school but I was quick to realise her true side. She was only after my grades. I’m glad I caught her cheating off my test when I did. Everyone is competitively perfect. Just what my parents want of me I reckon. But I don’t want to fit in here.
I want to get out of here. I’m so sick of being controlled by my parents. I have to get away these holidays and I have to leave fast. Before my parents catch me and force something into my life. I overheard a conversation this morning between my parents. I was on my way to the kitchen and stopped when I heard something about marriage. I am twenty now and I am afraid of what my parents have planned for these holidays. I’d better get packing. But where will I go? I’ve never had a chance to really take care of myself... What am I talking about? I can take care of myself. I don’t need my parents in every aspect of my life. I’ll leave here for sure. Just to prove that. Tomorrow!
I’d better get packing indeed... I’m sure my parents won’t mind if I take a bit of cash and my car. For starters I think going somewhere I’m familiar with. Visiting Camp Woodlands was an exciting experience ten years ago. It’ll be interesting to see how things have changed. Also, an interesting idea, perhaps I could try and remember what happened back then. Maybe seeing the place will jog my memory.
Goodbye Mum and Dad, I’ll call you when I get there... or maybe I won’t. Well, maybe I should. But no! I want to break free. I won’t call them. I don’t need them. I can be independent!
Dear Diary
I HAD THE WORST JOURNEY EVER! Where do I start? At the beginning... So last night after I packed the essentials I waited for my parents to fall asleep. Then I took my bags down to my car. First problem: not all my bags would fit in the boot L So there I was out in the light of the moon and the freezing cold breeze trying to work out what to leave behind. I feel terrible but I guess I really didn’t need that extra bag of clothes in case the other two bags were dirty. I’m sure I’ll find a washing machine where ever I go. Then I also had to leave behind a few of my shoes. Though hard, I’m starting to think that was a good idea. I mean high heels out here? Anyway, then everything fit in okay.
Next thing that went wrong was not long out of town... and a long way to the next. That’s right. My car broke down. Why? Why! Why here, why now? So I waited... and waited... and waited. An hour and nobody came! Then again, it was only 3 in the morning.
Next mistake: Okay, Mary. Let’s go push the car down the road to the nearest sign of civilisation. Great idea! Not. I really should have checked the weather forecast before leaving home. I would have brought an extra umbrella. Unfortunately the one that I packed was under all my luggage. So there I was in the rain and muddy road, pulling bags out of the boot trying to reach my umbrella in the dark. It wasn’t until I got it out that I realised the muddy road was seeping through into my bags! I quickly chucked them back in the boot, but now my car’s getting all muddy!!! By this time I was soaked anyway. What a waste. Well I hang the umbrella over my back anyway as I start to push at the car, my feet sinking into the muddy road. Seriously, I don’t think it was road anymore. I must have taken a wrong turn in my drowsiness. There was no way my car was moving. So I got back in to try and dry off at least... maybe even get some sleep.
I sat there opening and shutting my mobile phone, looking at the seconds ticking by. It was at that moment I actually thought I might call my parents for help. Dad would know what to do. “Don’t worry, Mary. I’ll take care of it.” He’d say. I’d close my eyes and fall asleep. Everything would be better in the morning...
Then I woke up this morning. Sun out, not a cloud in sight; looked like my luck was about to change. I got out of the car and ankle deep in mud. The car had sunk into the mud, half the tires were gone. It was like the car was an instalment to the road. There’s no way my car is moving from there any time soon.
I can’t say exactly how; a boring, long, stressful story. But I managed to pick out which of my luggage to keep with me that would fit in a simple backpack! Sounds IMPOSSIBLE! I know. But somehow I did it! I locked the car and walked away... I guess I could look at as breaking free of my old life... But that’s just desperate thinking. I don’t know how I’m going to survive this. But I will! I’ll make sure of it. I’ll prove it to everyone. I can do this. I made it this far.
The next part makes me want to cry. I must have the worst luck ever! I managed to walk to a small town (well, barely a town; just a couple of houses and small shop/petrol station). I was starving! So I went into the shop and found the most delicious looking sticky buns ever! Of course I was going to buy something healthy to go with it... If I could buy anything at all!!!! I was so embarrassed when I got to the counter and had to rummage through my bag. I was sure I’d packed my purse right under my hairdryer. Or did I? I don’t know. I still haven’t found it. Leaving the town in a rush, no food, at least I had a drink bottle already packed. I ran back down the road. It took a while. I’m sure it was just past midday by the time I found the hole in the drying muddy road where my car was once earlier today. Where now? Who knows? What really baffles me is WHERE WAS THE PERSON WHO STOLE IT WHEN I NEEDED HELP??? I’m not even going to ask HOW they managed to steal it.
No money... No car... Only the luggage I could squeeze into this increasingly heavy backpack. The only thing left was to walk. Home? Should have been. But no. Miss Independent must continue. I made it this far. I think I’ve proved enough. I can see the campsite just through the trees. But arriving like this? Mud in my shoes and up my legs, half the things in my bag are slightly mud stained from the saga in the night. My hair just won’t cooperate with this breeze. I can’t find my mirror either! Who knows how bad my makeup looks... I don’t want to show up like this! My back is killing me, my feet are sore, it’s getting dark. I need a room. I NEED A SHOWER! I hope they give one to me. They should! Well, I guess I have no other choice. I’m going back to Camp Woodlands.
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