The Lost Girls of Camp Forevermore by Kim Fu

Author:Kim Fu
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

Christmas break rolled on. In the dead space between Christmas and New Year’s, Isabel met up with Marcy. They had hot chocolate in a café that had fake snow sprayed in the window corners, shiny red paper trees spinning idly on strings.

Isabel knew Elliott and Mira hung out in this café, and masochistically hoped to see them there. She got half her wish. Mira had a large corner table to herself, her tea cold and forgotten. Art supplies covered the table: a drafting board, paper-cutting knife blades, pencil crayons. She worked at something in a sketchbook, concentrating so intently her mouth hung slack.

Marcy had a gift for Isabel, a childish-looking bracelet she’d made from fishing wire and beads. Isabel had nothing for Marcy.

“I have to tell you something,” she began.

“About why you’ve been so weird all semester?” Marcy asked, looking around.

“Yes.”

Marcy put her chin in her hand, in mock interest. “Okay. Explain it to me.”

“I was seeing this older guy.”

“Oh my God!” Marcy shrieked. Other patrons turned to look at her and she drew Isabel down, their heads nearer to each other and the table. “What older guy? Who is he?”

“You don’t know him.” This felt true. “And we were . . . sleeping together. And I know we promised to tell each other but I just couldn’t. I didn’t know how.”

Marcy covered her mouth with her hands. “Oh my God,” she said again, muffled. “Was it . . .” She lowered her hands. “How was it?”

Isabel didn’t have the words to answer. The euphoria and terror of falling. “It was . . . nice.” They mulled over that for a second. “But then he stopped calling. He just kind of disappeared, and I think he had a girlfriend, and—and . . .” She felt tears welling up. They felt soothing, luscious, like her eyes were full of grit to be washed away. “And I loved him so much.”

Marcy held Isabel’s hands across the table. This version felt no less real than what had actually happened. “You idiot,” Marcy said affectionately. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I don’t know. I wish I had.” Isabel let her eyes wander to the corner. Mira hadn’t noticed them. She seemed scarcely aware of anything beyond her sketchpad.

After a pause, Marcy said, “He sounds like an asshole.”

Isabel let free a laugh. “Yeah.”

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