I didn’t mean to declare war on the same girl who’s room I ruined with the smoke bomb..
I wasn’t given much of a choice. So I’m going to be completely honest. My second summer at the music camp (or first summer at Camp Turn It Up), was confusing. Confusing doesn’t even begin to describe that summer.
But I blame all of it on Keara. Everything that happened was because of her.. My losses, my gains, even my new life and attitude. I’m not sure if I should thank her, or punch her in the face.
I am writing this diary so that I can try and figure out how everything lead to the end result. I’m hoping that if I do this, then I wont feel so inquisitive, or feel like I missed something along the way. I’m hoping that I can actually enjoy life without constantly wondering about the ‘what if’s’.
Maybe I can finally figure out if I was the crazy one, or if Keara was the crazy one… Because one of us was definitely crazy.
Yes I may have been the ‘trouble one’, and yes I may have been a little bit weird, but she was the evil one who planned on changing everything. And this camp was my home. And I had made a promise to its real founder, that I would keep it safe.
That I would Keep The Beat.