My wish was that I could grow up and have a relationship with the boy in this story, Simon, and become a singer. We had been friends for about three years before we went to our second camp experience at Hume Lake, and it was at this camp that I lost my purity bracelet (in this story, it was a ring). I had been looking for the bracelet all night and crying. I told some of my other girlfriends about it, but they didn't seem sympathetic to me at all. I went upstairs in the game building at Hume (if you've been to Meadow Ranch, Hume Lake, you know this as the ARK) and just cried. Simon came in to say good night to everyone and noticed me. He took me to the benches at camp and helped me to stop crying and get into a state of mind acceptable enough for the cabin, and then walked me around the long way back to my cabin. Then, as I was just about to go up the stairs, Simon pulled me into a hug and I knew everything was going to be ok. Through the end of the week, he made sure that I was ok and he tried to take care of me. That week has been cemented in my mind, and sometime I wish I could relive it again. The night that I was crying really showed me what a good friend he was, and what a great guy he is. Camp inspired me to write two songs about this event and others, and my wish is that (when it is more appropriate for us) that we could have a pure relationship together. Marlayne helped me to hope, and in a way, she fulfilled that wish.
“Cassie – is that you?” said the distinctly male voice behind her. Cassie turned around from the registration desk then craned her neck back in order to make full eye contact with the owner of the voice. A pair of dark brown eyes crinkled at her in a smile beneath gleaming dark brown eyebrows.
The face looked vaguely familiar but the voice was much deeper which was to be expected since a good seven years had passed since she had last seen him…
“Simon?”
His grin at being recognized so quickly could have lit up the room. “You remember me!”
Cassie blushed. “Of course I remember you!” She didn’t want to tell him how her heart had beat faster for him whenever she thought of him seven years ago. “What are you doing here?”
“Same as you, apparently!” he smiled, waving his paperwork. “I’m one
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