UPDATE May 6th, 2014 I changed my username from Snowbunny to Lionheart. Just in case any of you were wondering.
Hi, guys. This story is very fragile to me. I know from reading the first chapter you may not understand why I took some of the routes I did compared to the other stories I have written. I have a warning for I know some people don’t approve of some of the different topics in it. Fortunately, this story will bloom as more chapters come, but I want you to know that it will have drugs, alcohol, etc. However, it will fade away at some point.
I want to introduce people to something that’s very hard for me to show to a lot of people. I wanted to make an ABDL story based from a person you wouldn’t expect or wasn’t the usual ABDL character that is portrayed in most stories. I also wanted to bring up some touchy subjects that are very near and dear to me while writing this story. I want to introduce the truth to my audience who don’t understand what influences people to do the things they do. That’s all I can say for now without giving out too much.
Warning: This story does contain alcohol, drugs, etc. This is not based upon the alcohol, drugs etc. However, it does not contain hardcore drugs. It is an ABDL based story.
Part 2 of the Awkward Teenage Girl series can be found here:
To be quite honest, I didn’t know what to title this. What can you title yourself? If you’re awkward and trying to find yourself this story may not be for you. I haven’t found myself, yet at least. I’m in the process of it. I really can’t give you an introduction that will supply your need of who I am and what you’re going to be told. Moderately I will just be telling you my journey and you can take whatever you can about me and make it into your own viewpoint.
“Jasper, whatcha doing packing your bags?” Little 6 year old Laura said as she stood in the doorway with her teddy bear in hand. I think out of the whole orphanage I’d probably miss her the most. I may not be a good role model to kids, but she was the only kid that felt like family here.
I smiled, “I thought I told you a month ago. I’m going away for the year.” Her little brown eyes scrunched and she began pouting. Oh no, not the water works. I don’t think I could take this. Shit.
“Buh. Where are you going to go then? I’m gonna mish you and stuff and I’ll have no one to sleep with at night when I have bad dreams and- and-” And that’s when she began wailing loudly and the tears fell down.
“Hey, no. I’ll be back next summer. You know how badly I’ve wanted to get away from here. I have to, okay?” She shook her head. She didn’t understand how it was to be an outcast. She’d only been here a good year. Laura would be adopted. I, on the other hand, will not. Most likely someone will try to make me stay at a foster home. I dread the idea completely. I mean, I hate myself, but not enough to accept going to a foster home.
You see, I wrote this essay to get a scholarship for this dorm school a while back. I was actually accepted(Probably for the fact that I was an orphan, pity always wins.). The dorm school was called Ridgeway Creek located in Kingman, Arizona. It was far enough away from the boring place I grew up in of Columbus, Indiana. I didn’t like the fact of sharing a room with a stranger, but it was definitely better than any foster home. At least it was supposed to be another girl around my ripe age of 16.
After I calmed down Laura, Ms. Madoleon came in to check if I was finished and Laura left. There wasn’t much to pack that I had. Thank god I that some of the orphanage girls donated their shorts and tank tops to the Jasper Cord clothes charity. I really didn’t have any clothes that would be good enough for the hot weather there. Of course I packed for any weather anyways.
Ms. Madoleon said, “Well, your plane ride leaves at 9:30, so we have to get you to the airport in the next two hours. Once you arrive there, there will be a caretaker waiting that will drive you to Ridgeway Creek. Got that?” Oh god I hate her. Now I have to spend another hour and a half listening to her nag me about being my best at this new school.
I just nodded my head. I quietly went through the whole process of getting to the airport, getting on the plane, arriving at the Phoenix airport in Arizona and finally going with the caretaker Sharon. I tried to be on my ‘best behavior’ as I sat nodding off for four hours until I got to the school.
Ridgeway Creek’s gate slowly came into view and I got a bit anxious. I was really hoping I won’t have to be social to anyone or have any issues. Then again, I always seem to have issues with someone or end up getting into trouble. I never mean to though. It just kind of happens.
When I imagined dorms, I was thinking there would be a whole two sections for girls and boys, but at here it was different. I walked up the stairs and there was the guys side to the right and girls to the left. Room 213 was in the first row that was in the circle of dorms with the staircase. It was like a loft circle where you can see a little couch area set up underneath where a group of kids were hanging out. Room 213 was right across from the guys’ rooms you could see on the other side of the staircase.
I say good bye to Sharon as I take my bags up to my dorm room. I really hope I don’t have a strict roommate or an annoying one. As I open the door of glorious room 213 I can’t help but cringe at the possibilities.
I walk in and it seems to have no one in it. It looks as if the other girl was already in there, as I was expecting for being one of the late arrivals. I set my bags down on the empty twin bed and can’t help but look around at what the other girl has settled in with. Her bed has a quilt over her bed, a plaid pillow and a few old bears. It doesn’t look like she got settled down much besides some books and a laptop. I looked at my stuff and began unzipping my bag with my pillows and bed stuff. I made my bed and was done for get settled in for the hour.
I knew Ms. Madoleon kept stressing about going to the principal’s office at the school to talk to the campus’s supervisor. So I guess his place was my next mission. As I approached the principal’s office at the school grounds I could hear an overexcited old man talking on a phone. I guess that was supposed to be the supreme supervisor person.
“Yes. Mhm… Oh okay. Well I will talk to you later, I’m busy now unfortunately.” He pointed to the seat in front of him. “Goodbye.”
He cleared his throat, “Hello, I’m Mr. Libel, and what can I do for you young lady?” He folds his hands on top of his desk.
“Uhm. Ms. Madoleon told me to come here after I got settled in. I’m new here.” I looked into his old blue eyes and couldn’t help but see his bald spot on the top of his head.
“We had a freshman orientation. Were you late? Freshmen were supposed to come at 9 for the orientation. I’m guessing you didn’t get the letter?” His hawk eyes had a look of authority. It made me a bit pissed off about his annoying gaze.
“I’m not a freshman. I’m a sophomore.” I tried to not glare back.
“Oh. Yes. Sorry about that. What’s your name again?” He never asked my name the first time. Hmmph. I already don’t like him.
“Jasper Chord.” He opened a drawer and pick through some files until he found the one he was looking for and handed it to me.
“Here’s the student hand book and a map of the school and the campus. Also there are papers about school rules and whatnot. I just need you to sign this sheet about the rules and then we’re all set.” He gave a smile as he slid a pen and a paper with words I didn’t even attempt to read. I signed it and slid it back.
“Well, Jasper, I hope to see more of you and welcome to Ridgeway Creek. Keep to your academics and be at your best behavior so we won’t have any problems.” He smiled some more and I gave a little smile back. I left back to the dorms hoping to just sit and do nothing for the rest of the day.
As I approached my dorm I could hear someone in the room and the door was creaked open. I went in and found a skinny tall girl shoving clothes in her drawer. The girl turned around, and smiled while approaching me with her hand stuck out and said, “Hi! You must be my roommate. I’m Silver.”
I shook her hand and said, “Hi. I’m Jasper.”
We looked over each other since we would have to live with each other for the next 8-9 months. She was pretty. She had brown eyes and short brown hair. She had a ski slope nose and some freckles.
“So are you new here? I’ve never seen you before. Unless you’re a freshman, but they usually don’t pair up freshman with sophomores.”
I nodded, “Yeah, I’m new. I’m just a sophomore. First year here.” We nodded at each other as she went to close the door.
“Oh. Okay. Well since you’re new, I guess I’ll be the one explaining things around here. Are you rich or did you get here by scholarship or something?” She asked me with judging eyes like she didn’t know what to think of me yet.
“I got here on scholarship. Is that bad or something?” I asked her shyly as her eyes scanned me.
“No. It’s not. There are just a few different groups here at this school. There are the usual preps/snobs like every school has. Then there are the kids who want to be here. Then there is my group, the ones who are here to have a good time. We get into a bit of trouble at times but we have our fun. I just am wondering which group will scoop you up tomorrow when school starts. You are really beautiful, you know.” She says this all with confidence that I wish I had. I just nodded my head because I really have no idea how to respond to such a cliché subject.
At my old school I was never part of one group. I just had friends that I smoked and drank with. There was nothing that really separated that. I hope by ‘good time’ she means what I’m thinking. If not then I just seem like a druggie. I’ll just let her say it first if anything. I don’t think people do marijuana on campus hence I won’t have much friends here.
I kind of blushed when she called me beautiful. I never considered myself pretty. I never do anything to make myself be that way. I find my green eyes dull and boring. I have a little bump on my nose that I wish disappeared. My brown and black hair just falls wherever it wants. I brush it so my side fringe goes okay but the rest of my hair is pretty long and just falls in waves and sometimes curls if I scrunch it. I’m nothing too special.
All I said was, “Um, well thanks.”
She went back to shoving her clothes into her dresser. “What do you listen to?”
I hate the question. It’s so general. It can to refer to bands, songs, or the genre. “Eh. Alternative music, usually. You?”
“Same. What’s you’re favorite band?”
"I don’t really have one. " An hour went by talking about general things. The more we talked, the more I grew to like her in one hour. She was kind of quirky in her own way but I liked it. Silver seemed to be like my old friends. We were both sixteen, but she was a few months older. She was from Idaho and she got a scholarship to the school like me but began Freshman year and not late like I did.
I actually got really comfortable with her pretty damn fast surprisingly. She was calm and not bitchy like most girls are. She wasn’t mean, snobby, or that judgmental. She didn’t seem to talk about other girls or anything. She was more into music and actual issues rather than business that wasn’t hers. She had to leave her boyfriend in Idaho and I guess they said they were going to take a break in their relationship until she got back.
“Do you have a boyfriend in Indiana?”
“Nope.” I actually never dated anyone before. I mean, I had little kid boyfriends, but that was all. Silver looked surprised.
“Wow. Well. Maybe this year you’ll find one. Don’t worry I’ll steer you away from the bad guys. I have your back.” She winked at me. I didn’t really want nor need one, considering how mentally fucked up I am.
I laughed a little, “Haha. Well I don’t really need one, I like being alone.”
Silver giggled, “That’s when you know you do need one when you say ‘alone’ instead of ‘single’.” She smiled.
“Nuh-uh.” I placed the last of my clothes into my drawer. I was finally done unpacking. I looked over at Silver and she had a box that had microwaveable stuff in it and I saw something else in it that she immediately began to hide under her bed. I was relieved instantly.
“So is there somewhere you can smoke that on the campus or do you have to go off campus?” I grinned as she looked at me questionably. Her composure changed to horrified to surprised.
“You smoke weed?” She asked me like she was surprised. Did she really think I was a straight-edged type of girl? I nodded my head and pulled out my bowl from a secret compartment of my bag. Her eyebrows went up and she began laughing.
She rolled on her bed almost in tears laughing hard, “I thought I was fucked. God damn you. You scared the shit out of me. I thought you would rat on me the moment you saw that. Oh… God.” I began laughing too.
“What happens if you’re caught?”
“No one’s ever been caught. I’ve had some friends get caught smoking cigarettes on campus and all they had was community service. We won’t get caught though. There’s a place on campus that no one goes but us. We’ll smoke tonight and you’ll see.” I just nodded. I was thinking that there was a forest kind of place behind the dorms that would be a good spot.
Silver said, “Have you met the Hawk yet?”
I shook my head, “I don’t know. Who’s he?”
“He’s Mr. Libel, but we named him the Hawk because he thinks he’s a total badass. He’s the supervisor of the campus. He’s also the one who you talk to when you get into trouble. I can’t even stand him. Ugh.”
“Oh, him? Gawd. I met him. He doesn’t seem too charming if you ask me.” We both nodded in agreement. At least I wasn’t the only one who thought so.
My stomach rumbled, I haven’t eaten anything since breakfast. “When’s dinner at?” I could eat a horse and a half at this point.
“Dinner starts at five, and ends at 6:30. We can go in twenty minutes.” I just nodded off. I was kind of tired and I was wondering if I could ever take a nap here.
There was a knock on the door and Silver yelled, “Come in.” The door opened and a few guys walked in.
I sat up from my laying position so I wouldn’t look like a bum. These guys were kind of attractive. They looked older than just being our age.
The guy with the brown curly hair, dark brown eyes and bad acne said, “Hey, just thought we’d stop by and see what’s up.” He looked at me and said, “Oh. I didn’t know there was someone else in here. Sorry.” He scratched the back of his head.
“Were just getting settled, but nothing really.” They nodded and she introduced me, “Oh, Jasper, this is Jason, Greg, and Ben. Guys this is Jasper.” Jason was the one with the bad acne and was a bit on the short side. Greg had dark blue eyes and was tall and lanky with blonde curly hair. He looked like he skated. Ben was pretty tall too. He had his ears gauged and had dark brown eyes. His hair was dirty blonde and cut short.
I said hi to them and was happy to get into the right crowd for once. At home I wasn’t good at fitting in but hopefully I can have a good time here. We all talked until dinner and I found that Greg was actually really funny along with Ben. Greg was handsome in his own weird way. Jason seemed extremely out of it and kind of like a stoner. I was okay with it though. I mean, I smoke weed but I wouldn’t consider myself a stoner or anything.
We walked to the dining hall which was a cozy little building by the dorms. When we walked in and there were long wooden tables scattered evenly among the hall. The hall was a nice maroon color that complimented the tables. The place smelled pretty damn good. I could smell garlic bread and some type of marinara sauce.
Greg said, “Mmm. I could go for some spaghetti right now. Hell yes.” I nodded. We all grabbed plates and filled them with spaghetti, garlic bread, and extra items if we wanted. They sat down at one of the table in the middle of the cafeteria and I followed, sitting by Silver.
I watched as more teens filled into the cafeteria. I looked down at my plate and realized I forgot my fork. I got up and walked over to get one.
“Need a fork? Hm?” Someone handed a fork to me.
I took it and looked up. My breathing hitched. Piercing blue eyes stared back at me. He was very handsome. He had short dark brown hair, but a bit longer to mess with it. He was really tall, well to me at least. He was over six feet tall, compared to my 5’2 height he was more than a foot taller than me.
I blushed. He was smirking at me as I stared up at him. “Uhm. Eh. Thanks.” I turned around, embarrassed and walked back to my table where Silver was sitting.
I could feel how red my face was. I hid under my hair and tried to find where he was sitting in the cafeteria. I soon found him walking back to his seat. He definitely had some muscle and was very attractive, to me at least. He was wearing ripped light blue jeans and a dark grey v-neck that complimented him very nicely. I couldn’t stop trying to sneak glances at him as he talked to his friends.
Silver traced my glances to him and looked at me, “What did he say to you?” She asked concerned like it was something bad.
I just shrugged, “He just gave me a fork. Who is he?”
Silver began, “His name’s Colt. He’s a junior. Don’t start to like him. He doesn’t date anyone anyway. He’s our enemy.”
That confused me. Enemy? Also, why doesn’t he date? I snuck another glance at him and that’s when he caught me. His piercing eyes stared at me across the room and I looked down at my unfinished plate.
“Silver, what do you mean by enemy?” I didn’t get it.
Silver looked at Ben, Greg, Jason, and this other girl named Leah like they had their own secret. Ben said, “If she’s going to be part of our group you’re going to have to let her know about the pranking.”
Silver nodded and looked back at me, “Well. At here we prank each other. Not ‘we’,” She motioned to Ben, Greg, Leah, and Jason, “but them.” She pointed at Colt’s table. There were about six of them sitting together with one girl and a bunch of guys.
“You see. It’ll be pranks like egging someone’s car or TP-ing a dorm room. Were more creative than that but you get the gist of it. They will prank us and then we’ll get them back even worse. Last year, Steve and his little crew pulled the first prank on us. So this year were going to get them first. We hate them though, so you don’t want to be friends with them. Got it?” I nodded.
I looked at the table with the guy named Steve and Colt. Some of the guys turned around and looked at us. Greg said, “Now you got them looking at us. Good one, Silver. I think they know it’s on again.” Silver punched Greg in the arm. Colt and I’s eyes met again as his whole table looked at ours. His mouth went into a smirk. I blushed and looked down.
Later on in the day around 8 we went to the forest area behind the dorms. It was pretty quiet and a bit creepy with just me and Silver. We went to a spot where there were a few big rocks and a pond. I sat down on the rock and brought out the bowl.
“It’s kind of tradition now to smoke out here the first day since last year was the first time I ever smoked with my sister. She was a senior last year. Man, I miss her. She was the one who began all this pranking stuff.” She lit the bud as she took a hit and passed it to me. I nodded and took a big hit. Good way to start the year if you ask me. I didn’t know the first day would be this great. Little did I know this wasn’t the end.
I exhaled the smoke, “Why did you say that Colt doesn’t date earlier?”
She laughed, “You have a crush on him already? He is handsome, I must admit. He’s never asked anyone out since he’s been here. Every girl that has asked him out, he’s denied. He even denied my sister. She was beautiful if you ask anyone that knew her. She got any boy she wanted. He must be gay.” I looked down wondering if he was.
We took a few more hits and after five minutes we heard people approaching. Silver stuffed to bowl into her jacket. The weed was finally taking effect to my mind and definitely slowing me down at this point. Someone blinded me with a flashlight and I couldn’t help but cough.
“Lookie what we have here boys. Two girls sitting around our spot. I wonder what they’re up too.” I could see a bit that it wasn’t the Hawk and it was just a few guys looking at us. I looked a bit more and saw the Steve guy. Next to him were Colt and another guy who I didn’t know.
Silver said, “Oh, fucking Jesus Christ Steve. Can’t I fucking smoke out here without you annoying the shit out of me? What the fuck dude.” Silver got up and took my hand.
“Come on, Jasper, let’s leave these idiots.” She scoffed at them. I was too shy in Colt’s presence to say anything. I made a squeaking noise that I didn’t know I could make.
Steve said, “Hey, now. We just wanted to smoke here. How about you guys finish here? We’ll even share some puffs if you two stay. Come on. We can’t be pranking each other forever. We just want to make peace with your guys.” Silver hesitated and looked at me for approval. I just shrugged and sat back down.
Silver sat next to me, “Okay. But you better not pull anything. I’ll fuck you up if you do.”
Steve put up his hands in defense, “Okay. We’re not going to do anything. We just want to start this year right. Smoking with some pretty girls shouldn’t do any harm. Right?”
I watched as Colt sat on a rock a few feet from mine and ignored Steve’s compliment. I looked at him Vans he had on. He had god damn huge feet. It contributes to his tall self.
Steve lit up his bowl and took a hit. Then he passed it to Colt. When Colt passed it to me our hands touched and he gave me another one of his smirks. I blushed and took it. Just to think that my lips get to touch where his once landed is actually a good thought. I didn’t want to date him. Even if he was gay, I still would think he’s a tad intimidating but in a good way.
I took a hit and knew I was going to be stoned by the end of the night. I passed it to Silver and she winked at me. I felt myself blush some more. I’ve never blushed this much in a day. Jesus. I tried not to think that a very attractive man was sitting next to me. I tried my hardest to not look at him. Steve began telling jokes about the Hawk and we were all laughing.
I was so stoned I couldn’t even separate one thought from the next. I couldn’t help but keep glancing at Colt and his blue eyes that gleamed in the darkness. He kept smiling at me. No, I believe it was smirking. I tried my best not to be all over him as many girls have I’m guessing.
Silver nudged me, “Jesus Christ. How did Steve’s jokes about the Hawk end up in you and Colt gawking at each other?” I began giggling. I don’t know what I was giggling about but I couldn’t stop. Colt just watched me. The worst part is I didn’t even deny my gawking. He was so damn hot. I knew he’d never like an awkward loser like me, but it doesn’t mean I can’t gawk.
We had to leave around 10 and I couldn’t believe we wasted two hours in what seemed like two minutes. I wanted to hang out with them still but Silver kept pulling me away.
Colt said, “Can I at least get a hug goodnight?” Silver rolled her eyes.
I blushed and looked down. Colt had his arms waiting for me. I fell into him and I think I nuzzled my head a little. I didn’t mean to but I was very sleepy. He chuckled and we held it for a good minute.
I giggled and pulled away, “Goodnight, Colt.” I grinned up at him and he gave me a warm crooked smile back.
My dreams were very choppy. All I remember is hearing the words, “He doesn’t date.” I heard them over and over again. I woke up groggily with the alarm at 6 echoing in my ear. The realization hit me that I knew he doesn’t. I know I’m the last thing anyone would ever want. I took a shower real quick and scrunched my hair and looked at myself in the mirror. I might as well put a little eye liner and mascara on.
What the fuck happened last night? First of all, I don’t like Colt. I was just stoned and being stupid. It meant nothing. I sat down on my bed and thought as I waited for Silver to get ready so we could go and eat breakfast.
She came out and said, “I can’t believe that happened last night. You can’t tell the other guys. You know that, right?” I didn’t know why they would care but I just nodded my head. She looked relieved after that. I guess she just needed clarification.
Silver said, “Wow. Colt was actually flirting with you. I’ve never seen that before. Heck. I’ve never seen him flirt with anyone before. He didn’t even flirt with my sister. Damn. I still can’t believe that even happened.”
I nodded, “Me either. Does he really not flirt with anyone? Or are you just saying that to make me feel better? It didn’t seem like he was flirting. I don’t know.”
“Well. Yeah, Jasper. He never asks girls for a hug. He doesn’t even acknowledge girls when they are in front of him. I know I keep bringing my sister up, but she was seriously pretty. Everyone looked up to her when she went here. Even the snobs did, and it surprised everyone when he turned her down for the turnabout dance. After that, no one dared to ask him because if someone turned her down then there was no chance for the rest of us. Here I have a picture of her on my phone somewhere.”
I was sitting there stunned. I just said, “Hmmph.”
Silver was clicking through her phone and then gave me it to see, “You see, there’s Naomi. I’m a fucking social outcast compared to her. I love her to death but I hate when people compare me to her.”
She rolled her eyes as I looked at the picture of her sister. She was one of those strikingly gorgeous blondes and what guys would deem as ‘hot’ with the blue eyes and tan skin. Why wouldn’t Colt like a ‘sexy’ girl like that? Honestly. I can see why other girls wouldn’t ask him out if he turned that down. They seem like they would have made a good couple.
“Well, I don’t like him. So it doesn’t really matter. Its whatever.” I just tried to waive the stupid situation off.
Silver’s mouth gaped at me and she stared at me in utter shock. “Okay Jasper. Keep telling yourself that.”
I laugh a little, “I’ve only been here for one day, let me get used to the place before I go around having stupid crushes on people who will never like me back.”
Silver rolled her eyes and said, “Come on, let’s go eat. I’m starving.”
Breakfast rolled by and on came my first period where I got my schedule. I hated almost all of my classes besides Painting, Chemistry, and study hall. I was happy to find Colt in Painting and Chemistry classes. I like having an art class because it gives me time to do something I actually am decent at and also I can see Colt. In study hall I could sleep so I was fine with that too.
In Chemistry our first day we had a ‘fun lab’ as the teacher described it. “For the first day I’ll be nice and let you pick your lab groups. If you decide to be loud then I will pick your lab groups for you.” Mrs. Belington said.
In the corner of my eye I saw Colt’s eyes trained on me. I turned around and looked at him and he chuckled. The other guy named Sebastian that smoked with us the night before was in our lab group too. We basically just hung out the whole class and talked about random things. I tried not to flirt and look uninterested and not gawky. Colt kept looking at me under his long lashes and it was hard not to blush when I got distracted.
After lunch in 6th hour he was in my Painting class and we got to sit wherever. I sat at a table in the corner alone. Colt seemed to have some friends in that class and sat at another table. Silver walked in and I was so happy to have her in at least one of my classes. I grinned and she sat at my table.
Steve said, “Oh great, you two at one table. Trouble is amongst us brothers.” He talked loudly at Colt’s table as we all laughed.
Mr. Viegel interrupted, “Mr. Bail, are we going to have issues again this year?” Steve looked at Mr. Viegel and kept quiet for the rest of the class.
After school I was so tired. Everyone was hanging out in the dining hall and I just wanted to nap. I just told Silver I was going to sleep while they hung out. I was too tired. I plopped on my bed and napped for an hour just tired of the new day.
The week went just the same as the first day, except me and Colt stopped talking. On Thursday night I went to sleep wondering why he flirted with me and why he was ignoring me now. I just don’t understand boys.
On early Friday morning I awoke in the most alarming way possible. I felt as if I were thrown into water. I opened my eyes and found that was what was actually happening. I began swimming and found I was in the lake behind the dorms.
I coughed, “What the fuck!” I swam to the rocks and could see two forms walking away; it looked like Steve and someone else. I was cold and shivering and they didn’t even leave a fucking towel.
I walked back inside to my dorm room cold, clammy and crying. Silver woke up and turned on the lamp. She wrapped a towel around me, “Hey now, what happened?”
“They threw me in a fucking lake. Why the fuck would they throw me in a lake at 3 am in the morning? This is not funny.” I wiped away my tears, sniffing up at Silver.
Silver got pissed off and yelled in the most hushed voice she could so it wouldn’t wake anyone, “WHAT. THEY THREW YOU IN A LAKE? WHAT THE FUCK IS THERE PROBLEM? Can’t they see how small you are? You’re fucking sitting here crying and this is their first big prank? That’s it. The games are on. We’ll get them back. I promise.” The most mischievous look spread across my face. Oh, there will be glorious payback for throwing me in the lake.