More Of My Story.

Just before I forget, here's a new addition to my story! I would like to hear what you say about it.
-Flea

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Ug. Camping. Being outdoors, bitten by mesquitos, and having to sleep on the hard ground does not sound like fun. Especially to someone like me. But here I was! My mom just had to make me come. I counted the mesquito bites on my legs. Ug. Five already! It was just 6:00 p.m. I had to wait for at least twelve more hours. “Gigi,” my mom called, “we’re having dinner in and hour!” I sighed. I was already hungry, in fact starving. At home, I could just go downstairs and look in my refrigerator. I looked at my best friend, Jamie. She always had a smile on her face, and it was still there. I couldn’t understand how people had fun camping! I grit my teeth. I’ll just go for a calming walk, I thought to myself. I got up and Jamie looked up at me. “What?!” I said in a frustrated voice, “can’t a girl go for a walk?!” Yah, I’m going crazy here. I walked into the woods. “I would advise you to stay on the path,” my mom called. Calm down, I told myself. “Okay, mom.” I replied. I looked over to my right (or was it my left? I don’t know anymore). I saw the path and started on it. “Be back in an hour,” my mom called. I nodded in her direction. She smiled at me and turned back toward the grill (yes, girls can grill too, you know!). I looked back one more time and started on the trail.

Of course, there were plants jutting out everywhere. I had hoped it was a path that was clear. I kept walking on, trying not to trip over roots, stepping over rocks and branches. Crunch. “Who is that,” I said uneasily. I laughed nervously. Maybe it was just me. Whoosh. All of a sudden, there was a guy in front of me. And he was hot. “Were you the one who was making all that noise?” I asked, with my eyes narrowed. “Why, did I scare you?” he replied. He had an Italian accent, and was rich. He had a Swiss, leather jacket on, and jeans. “Isn’t it a little hot for jeans?” I asked him. Trust me, it was over ninety degrees. “I know a place where we can talk,” he said. “All right, lead me there.” I replied, shrugging.

It was about a two mile hike to get there. He sat down on a log and I plopped down next to him. “I’m Tyler,” he said to me, introducing himself. “I’m Gigi,” I replied. We talked for a while, and then I remembered to look at my watch.“Oh, no!” I said, “I have to get back!” “All right,” he replied, “I’ll show you the way back.” “Thanks,” I said greatfully.

About and hour and a half later, we were lost. “Where are we?” I asked Tyler. “I don’t know,” he answered. “You just got me lost, I’m hungry, no make that starving, and my mom is going to kill me!” I said angrily. “Whoa, whoa, whoa,” he said, “calm down, it’s only..... nine o’ clock.” “I need some rest,” I said. “All right, we’ll sleep here.” he replied. I grabbed a handful of leaves and formed them into a pillow. I shivered. “Are you cold?” Tyler asked me in a concerned voice. “Yes,” I said in a voice that meant of-course-I’m-cold-you-moron! He wrapped his arms around me. I admit, I did feel warmer. I started to fall asleep.....
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“Ow!” I cried as I woke up. My neck hurt, and it was bleeding! I felt where the blood was. There were two holes. Then I remembered last night. “What bit me?” I asked Tyler, once, again, mad. “I don’t know,” he replied. I felt my neck again. The blood had already dried up. I felt thirsty. “Where is some water?” I asked him. “Oh, you don’t want water,” he answered. “What do you mean?” I demanded. “It’s complicated,” he told me. “Talk away,” I said.

Ok, he was right. It was confusing. He said that he was a vampire, and that he bit me (gross!) and now I’m one, making one long story short. Then he showed me blood, and I had a craving for it (even more gross). I ended up drinking it (which is the grossest thing in the world!). Now, I can’t go back to my parents. “Gigi!” I heard my mom call. I opened my mouth to answer her, but Tyler muffled me. “You can’t go back!” he hissed. “Why not?” I challenged him. He gave me an I-already-told-you-and-you-should-know-why look. As I said in the beginning. I hate camping, and this was the worst trip ever. He pulled me back into the bushes. I saw my mom walk right by it. I felt a pang in my heart for what was no longer my family, and my home. As soon as she was gone, I said to Tyler, “Thanks a lot!” He just stared at me. “We need to go back to my house.” he told me. “I need my other clothes though!” I argued. He shook his head.

We went to target (I got a lot of curious stares) before we went to his house. “I’m going to take a shower,” I said to him. “Down the hall, to the left.” He responded. I walked into the bathroom. It was huge! Marble floor, granite countertops, a bathtub, and a shower. I decided to take a shower, because it was quicker. There was shampoo, conditioner, face wash, and body wash already in there. I looked in the mirror. My face was dirt-streaked, my clothes soiled. I was at rock bottom. I turned the water on and let the warm water calm me down.

After the shower, I remembered I had my i-pod in my back pocket. I grabbed my old clothes and shuffled through the pockets. I sighed. The only thing that reminded me of home. I turned it on and groaned. The battery was on red.

Once I got dressed, I stormed out of the bathroom. Tyler looked up, surprised. “What?” I snapped. “Do you have Bypolar Disease or something?” he asked. I looked at him and laughed. “Why do you think that?” I asked. “One moment your mad, and now you’re laughing,” he answered shaking his head. “You know why I’m mad at you,” I replied. I’ll be happier if I get an i-pod charger chord.” I added. He went to the computer and went onto the i-tunes website. I shrugged. I was expecting a no. “What do we do now?” I asked him. “Nothing,” he replied.
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I paced around my room, looking at the pale yellow walls. Gigi ran away, that was a Gigi thing to do! But where would she go? I went to my desk and got a piece of paper. I reached into a cup where I kept my pencils, high-lighters, pens, etc. I knew a couple of places she could’ve gone.

Where Gigi could’ve gone:
1. A hotel.

Hotels were luxery, and that was Gigi’s thing.

2. Another friend’s house.

She knew I would tell her mom, and my mom would too. Her other friend’s moms didn’t know her mom.

3. ?

I didn’t know where else she would go. I ran out of my bedroom and down the stairs. “Anything new on Gigi?” I asked my mom breathlessly. “No,” she answered. “I’m sorry, honey.” She patted my shoulder. “She’s all right, I know that much.” My mom must’ve seen the look on my face, and added, “and no, I don’t know where she is.” I sighed and walked back up the stairs. I paused in the middle. My room was a prison right now, I needed to get out of the house. I ran back do

wn. “Mom, I’m going to go for a ride!” I yelled going out the door. “Be back before dark,” she yelled back. “Ok!” I replied and shut the door. I opened up the garage door, grabbed my bike, hopped on, and pedaled off the driveway. “Jamie!” my friend (Gigi was my best friend), Cherry, called. “Mind if I come with you?” I shook my head. She joined me on her bike. “Let’s go to the coffee shop.” I said to her. She nodded. “Anything’s fine with me. I just need to get out.” I nodded. “I feel the same way.” “Ah.” she replied. “Sorry.” The rest of the way to the coffee shop was silent, as we pedaled along.
This is Jamie.