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Trust No One: An Original Short Story

Trust No One: An Original Short Story

It was a totally normal Saturday night at Camp Pine Tree. My bunk had just finished dinner, and we were playing Nosies to decide who would clean the table. How you play Nosies is that the person who cleaned the table at the last meal puts her finger on her nose, and everybody else was supposed to put her finger on her nose after the person who cleaned the table at the last meal. The last girl with her finger on her nose was the girl who cleaned the table. Nikki had cleaned the table at lunch earlier today, so I watched her until she put her finger on her nose. When I saw that she had put her finger on her nose, I placed my index finger on my nose.

“DIA!!!!!” Lydia, the meanest girl in camp (and perhaps in the world) barked.

“What?” I asked.

“That’s not the correct way to put your finger on your nose.” Lydia said. I glanced down at my nose. My index finger appeared to be just where I left it.

“But my finger is on my nose. What am I doing wrong?” I wondered.

“You have to put your hand on your nose, not your finger.” Lydia said.

“That way, it’s more discreet.” Evalynn, Lydia’s loyal follower, said.

“But–” I started.

“No buts.” Lydia cut me off. “I make the rules.”

“Yeah.” Evalynn agreed. “She’s the boss.” I felt tears about to spill out of my eyes like my eyes were waves crashing onto the shoreline of my face. But I knew that if I cried, Lydia and Evalynn would call me a baby for the rest of camp, so I didn’t cry and I obeyed Lydia.

After every table was finished cleaning, Dougie, the regular announcement guy, stepped up to the mic situated in the middle of the dining hall.

“Good evening, Camp Pine Tree!” Dougie said, trying to imitate the local weather man.

“What’s up, Dougie?” The whole camp chorused.

“Well, I’ll tell you what’s up.” Dougie responded. “Tonight, we have a…”

“SATURDAY NIGHT SOCIAL!” Camp Pine Tree finished the sentence. Cheers erupted from every corner of the dining hall.

“I bet Dia’s gonna bring her book and sit in the corner and read.” Lydia fake-whispered to Evalynn.

“What a freak.” Evalynn laughed, and she and Lydia fist-bumped. My face probably turned bright purple.

Interrupting the chatter that now filled the dining hall, Dougie announced, “It’s time to find out which bunk is sweeping the dining hall tonight. And the bunk sweeping the dining hall tonight is…Girls’ Bunk 27!”

Fiddlesticks. I thought to myself. That’s my bunk.


A few minutes later, after everyone else had cleared the dining hall, my bunk remained. I grabbed a broom and started sweeping the floor. I had been sweeping for about 2 minutes when I felt somebody behind me. I turned around to see who it was. Oh, joy. I thought to myself. The person behind me turned out to be Lydia.

“You’re using that broom wrong.” Lydia proclaimed.

“I’m sweeping the floor. What am I doing wrong?” I wondered.

“You’re supposed to use it to sweep around the columns, like this.” Lydia demonstrated with her broom.

I just looked at her with a vacant stare.

“FINE, I’LL DO IT!” Lydia screamed. She snatched the broom right out of my hands and gave me a look that said, I want to scrape your skin off with a butter knife.

I had had enough. I marched over to my counselor, Marisol, who was standing by the door.

“Marisol? Can I talk to you about something?” I asked.

“Sure, Dia. What’s up?” Marisol replied.

“Lydia’s and Evalynn’s behavior towards me have been incredibly obnoxious. In the past thirty minutes, they have said that I put my finger on my nose wrong, called me a freak just because I am a voracious reader, and claimed that I was using my broom incorrectly when I was sweeping the floor with it.” I explained.

“Let’s go for a walk.” Marisol said, and we walked out of the door.

“Dia, I’m so sorry that Lydia and Evalynn have been treating you so rudely. Believe me, I know what it’s like to experience that type of behavior.” Marisol said.

“If you don’t mind my asking, how do you know how I feel?” I asked.

“Because the kids at school bullied me.” Marisol sighed. “They teased me for getting good grades and reading every spare second I had. But mostly, they called me fat and made rude comments about my weight multiple times every day.”

“Marisol, I’m so sorry. I had no idea people treated you that way! You are so happy, kind, pretty and confident. How did you get your confidence back?”

“Well, I got my confidence back because I started belly dancing at age 12 because I started to believe it when the other kids said I was fat.” Marisol confessed.

“And you solved that problem by dancing with ALMOST NO CLOTHING ON?!?!?” I wondered.

“I know it seems crazy, but bellydance has been the best thing that ever happened to me. When I was 16, I joined the national bellydance team and ever since then, I’ve been traveling the world with my team and competing against other countries.” My counselor explained

“Wow, that’s so cool, Marisol!” I exclaimed. “But back to Lydia and Evalynn: how do you think we should deal with them?”

“I’m so sorry, Dia. I can’t help you with that.” Marisol said. “If I could, I would, but I can’t.”

One word burned inside of me like an eternal flame: WHY?


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Up and Coming: Becky G

I’m taking a break from writing my original novella to write this post on a new artist I just discovered on YouTube a few weeks ago. As anyone who knows me knows, YouTube is a huge part of my life. Whenever I’m bored, I go straight to YouTube. I can always depend on there being an awesome new video or miniseries on there for me to watch. A few weeks ago, I stumbled upon a young artist from California named Rebecca Gomez, affectionately known to her fans as Becky G. She is currently on tour with Austin Mahone, AKA the new, talented, and sane Justin Bieber (DON’T think Austin won’t go crazy in the near future). She is more popular on YouTube and Radio Disney than in the “real” music industry, but her new single, “Shower,” is #29 on the Top 40 charts as of June 15, 2014, and it just keeps climbing. I’d have to say that Shower is my favorite song by Becky G because it is generally the most melodic and musical of her songs, but I also like “Becky From The Block,” “The Monster,” “Play it Again,” and “Can’t Get Enough.” 

Overall, I would give Becky 3.5 out of 5 stars because while she does have a really good voice, it’s not the best technically, and a lot of her songs aren’t very “musical,” per se because she’s also a rapper. If you don’t like pop music or Latin music, then Becky G is probably not the best artist for you to listen to. But all in all, she’s a spirited, spunky, and incredibly talented young artist. Check her out in the links below!






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Glittery Girls Gang, Chapter 6

Chapter 6

This is it. Mercedes is coming over to my house in a half hour! I have never been more nervous for anything in my entire life. What if her apology was fake? Luckily, I know someone who can always make me feel better. I logged on to Skype, typed in Jesy’s username, and clicked the green “call” button.

A few seconds later, my best friend’s face popped up on my computer screen. “Hey Dev!” Jesy said cheerfully.

“Hi Jesy!” I said. “How are you?”

“Good, but I miss you! You?”

“Mercedes is coming over to my house in a half hour and I am SO nervous!”

“You’ll be fine.” My BFF reassured me. “She was never the worst Glittery Girl, anyway. In fact, she seemed the nicest out of those female dogs.”

“Yeah,” I agreed. “She actually admitted to me that she hated Kayla and she hated being a Glittery Girl.”

“Who wouldn’t hate being one of them?” Jesy pointed out. “I know I would.”

“Well, of course!” I said. “Kayla’s a sixth-grade drill sergeant!”

“That actually makes sense. She does have an army of loyal followers.” Jesy joked. Then, we started laughing. “Oh, Jesy, you never fail to make me laugh.”

“Well, I gotta do my homework. Good luck with Mercedes!” Jesy said.

“Love you. Bye!”

When the doorbell rang, I ran to answer it.

“Hey!” Mercedes said with a smile.

“Hey!” I answered. “Do you want to see my room?”

“Sure!” Mercedes agreed. I walked her upstairs to my room. I gestured to the lavender Wall of Pride across from my bed (it actually has the words “wall of pride” plastered on it in giant stickers). “This is my Wall of Pride. I have hung up all of my diplomas, spelling bee certificates, writing awards, and other objects that make me proud on this wall.”

“Cool!” Mercedes complimented. “What’s your favorite award?”

“Man, that’s such a hard one. But I would have to say my Best Original Poem in the 9-12 year old division from the 2012 Book Nook Independent Bookstore Writing Awards. My poem was called ‘Robotic.’”

“Isn’t Book Nook that bookstore downtown?” Mercedes asked.

“Yeah. I won a $100 gift card to Book Nook when I won the poetry award. I spent it all within a year.” I laughed.

“Wow. I’m dyslexic and Spanish was my first language, which REALLY helps me do well in school.” Mercedes said sarcastically.

“Really? Spanish was my first language, too! My parents came here from Mexico and Jesy’s family is from El Salvador. Where are you from?”

“My dad’s from Spain and my mom’s from Argentina.” Mercedes said.

“Do you like Becky G?” I asked.

“She’s only my favorite singer ever!” Then we proceeded to sing “Becky From the Block” at the tops of our lungs.

“Again, I’m so sorry for the way my friends and I acted to you. We were being jerks.”

“You are forgiven.” I say. “Why are you a Glittery Girl if Kayla’s such a female dog?”

“There are a few reasons why. First of all, it’s a huge opportunity. Kayla doesn’t accept just anyone. And second of all, Kayla’s mom and my mom have been best friends since Kayla and I were one and we were in the same Mommy and Me Music Class at the community center. And even then, she stole the maracas out of my hands when we did the salsa music unit! But the truth is, I never liked Kayla or Avalon or Maggie.”

“Well, I could be your friend. Not that you’ll ever replace Jesy or anything, but we can still be friends.” I said.

“That would be awesome. Jesy was always a really cool girl and she’s amazing at soccer.” Mercedes said.

“She also does lacrosse, swim team, basketball, gymnastics, and softball. So yeah, she’s better than everyone in our school at sports. We’re really different from each other, but somehow we’re best friends.” I said.

“On a totally unrelated note, have you heard the Becky G song Shower?” Mercedes asked.

“Best. Song. Ever.” I answered.

“Isn’t that a One Direction song?” Mercedes pointed out.

“True.” I said. “We should come up with a plan to defeat the GGG once and for all, and since your mom and Kayla’s mom are best friends, the plan I have in mind will be perfect.”

“Sounds great!” Mercedes said. And we plotted the demise of the Glittery Girls Gang like comic book creators.