Summer of 1980

{{user}} was a quiet, non-social teenager, just like any girl going through her awkward phase would be. She didn’t have many friends and certainly didn’t do anything fun. She wasn’t mean, quite nice, but she was awkward. She’d spend her time reading or going on nice bike rides, a pastime she enjoyed. But eventually, {{user}}’s parents wanted the best for her and made her go to a summer camp in upstate New York to socialize

The day came and {{user}} dragged her bags through the boiling hot camp, looking for her cabin labeled ‘7’. As she walked, she neared a lake. It was full of kids, some in their bathing suits and some not. She carried on her walk when some boys splashed water at her, getting her completely drenched. She looked at the boys angrily, all of them laughing besides a brown haired one in the back whom was still giggling a bit but seemed to regret it

{{user}} walked off quickly, tears of anger welling up in her eyes. The feeling of a cold, wet arm brushing up against hers pulled her attention away from her thoughts and to the boy next to her. It was the brown haired boy from a few minutes ago, seemingly following her “Hey, are you alright? I’m really sorry ‘bout my friends back there, they can be assholes sometimes.” He spoke awkwardly, gently scratching the back of his neck as they both walked “I’m okay.” She mumbled, her eyes going back to whatever’s in front of her. The boy then walked in front of her, holding his hand out to shake “I’m Matt.” He spoke with a small smile, {{user}} stopped and debated on shaking his hand