Alexandra Lavinson by Rebekah Brewer (phonics reading books txt) 📕

her pink mini skirt. What kind of idiot wears a mini skirt in the mountains?
Within a few seconds, she began to feel freezing cold and stormed away. I did a dance of appreciation for the Moon before going to bed for a much needed rest.

-Day 4-
I had woken in a cheery moor, singing They by Jem. Today we were going repelling. There were three cliffs. One being only eight feet, the next twelve and the last twenty. I had plenty of experience of repelling and waited as the others of my group did the first one. Eight feet wasn't much fun but I willingly did the twelve footer. I let everyone go before me on the twenty foot one, excited at the height. Chelsea came up to me.
“Really, just stay away from Chase and David,” she said. I sighed.
“You say that as if I like them.”
“Don't you?”
“Not the way you do.”
“Lex! Your turn!” David called up.
“Coming!” I yelled back. Without giving Chelsea a second glance, I hooked myself up to the rope and began my way down. About ten feet from the ground, the rope slackened and I began to fall. Only the tree branches saved me, breaking my fall little by little but cutting up my back. I landed on the ground with a painful oof!, knocking the wind out of my lungs.
“Lex!” Mea ran over to me, worry written all over. I tried to speak but when I took in a breathe to try, it was too painful. Chelsea was so dead.

-Day 5-
Yesterday, I was taken to the infirmary for the cuts on my back. I was forced to stay over night. When I woke this morning, I relished the thought that tomorrow was the day we began to pack and leave. When I was carried past Chelsea, my legs not holding me up, she smirked but that smirk died and she had a fearful shiver as I gave her a ice-cold stoney look. I was in no mood for her stupidity. She was going to pay.
Mea gathered facts, the obvious truth that Chelsea was the culprit but no one would speak against her. Even if she almost killed a person, her father's influence was too powerful to them. David was the only one that stayed with me in the infirmary, dead worried about me as Mea tried to start something, anything, against Chelsea.
Once I was out of the infirmary, I gathered things for my slight revenge. It was nothing compared to Chelsea cutting the rope and trying to kill me but it would suffice in humility. When night fell, I snuck into the cabin that Chelsea had to herself and set up a trap system then left for my solace in the meadow, dancing beneath the waning Moon. When I had finished, it was David watching me and I noticed he had an aura I've never seen before, the aura of a child of the Moon. It didn't bug me that he saw me dancing. We walked in a comfortable silence back to the cabin and finally went to bed.

-Day 6-
I danced under the Moon, having waken up a couple hours before sunrise, before packing my things. By the time every other camper got up, my things were packed and I was drawing while listening to music. Mea's aura had turned to the complete glow of a child of the Sun. I felt I had lost my only friend. She flirted with Chase as she finished packing her stuff. For the moment she went to the showers to freshen up, Chase turned to me and pulled out one of my headphones.
“What?” I asked calmly. I was in a good mood today.
“Would you believe me if I said I like you?” I stared at him. This was sudden.
“I guess so but I don't like you back in the way you might like me. As a friend, maybe, but nothing else.”
He sighed, looking a bit heart broken.
“You don't seem happy today.”
I froze at his statement. I was in a good mood but I felt he meant something else. My actions around Mea must be utterly obvious.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“What happened between you and Mea?”
“Nothing,” I said truthfully. “It seems we're going separate ways and both of us are fine with it.”
“Chase, leave her alone. We need to finish up,” David spoke up. Irritation flashed in Chase's eyes.
“Are you saying that as truth or because you like her too? Dude, you're acting strange as well,” Chase countered. David had a slight blush. I sighed.
“And you're acting immature, Chase. Knock it off,” I said. Mea came back and stared at Chase and David then turned to me.
“What's going on?” she asked.
“Something I don't want to be apart of.”
She put her hands on her hips, not taking that as an explanation. She was seriously turning into the kind of girls we normally hate.
“Uh-huh.”
I sighed, getting up and putting my art supplies away in my messenger bag then turned to her.
“Don't know how to explain it to you.”
“Really? You use to be able to explain everything with ease.”
“Yeah, before you somehow changed. I don't know what changed but you don't seem like the same person.”
“Let me guess, it deals with your stupid belief.”
That hit home and I turned icy cold.
“Do me a favor and don't you dare come near me. Next time, I won't be so forgiving for mocking my belief. My belief is my life. You can stick to your god but never mock my belief.”
I grabbed my things and got them into the trailer they used to bring all our stuff up in. I didn't talk to Mea. Didn't even look at her and sat in one of the cars, in the back with David sitting next to me. Mea had tried to drag him with her but he told her off. I didn't hear the words but by the hurt expression I saw, he said something that broke her heart. I could hardly care anymore though.
David held me close when I fell asleep with my music blaring in my ears. I had woke in the same position when we arrived at the church. My mom standing by her black Volvo with a heart warming smile. I ran into her arms in a great embrace, trying not to cry. She could sense something was wrong.
David brought over my bags and put them in the open trunk for me. When I disengaged from my mom, I gave him a great squeeze before getting into the car. My mom talked to him for a moment then joined me.
“Lex, honey, what's wrong?” she asked, handing me the cord that allowed me to hook my iPod to the stereo of the car.
“Can I not go back to church?” I asked in response. She nodded as I spilled what happened at camp. She then told me that she gave David our address. He guessed I wouldn't be returning.
I didn't return to the Church after that. My mom noticed the change immediately and said I didn't have to go. I didn't have a reason to go. She hired a tutor and I was home schooled at night, spending the daylight hours asleep as I recovered. Mea had attempted to get me for 'stealing' David. David had been there for me and made things better. With my back turned completely from the sun, I made sure my mom didn't worry. David had asked me out and I accepted, feeling the need to.
Never again did I see Melissa Fokker but all I really needed was David.
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Text: All original idea, picture used for the cover not mine.
Publication Date: 06-16-2011

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Dedication:
BYU for their writing competition