(Coaldale, Alberta, Canada)
I spoon a bite of strawberries into my mouth and swallow hard.
The girl across from me waits with eyebrows raised. "So?" she says. "What's your horse's name?"
I look at her and answer softly. "His name is Breton." I answer and look her in the eye. She looks away and snickers to her friends, then turns back to me.
"Oh, Breton." she says laughingly. "We all know Breton. That fat, overgrown monster!" I glare at her.
"Umm-hmm, like you've been here before" I retort.
As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I regret them because the girl looks like she is so happy at my sentence.
"In fact, I have." she says with a flip of blond hair. I look down at my plate, my face burning.
After the meeting yesterday, I thought I would do fine. I had seen this girl and her friends staring at me, but all people are curious at new camps, right?
WRONG. This girl, it seemed, was set on humiliating me as much as possible.
"So long, NIKKI," The girl says as if we are besties. I glare at her and her friends when the petite girl beside her says, "Nice going, Ashley."
So. Nice to meet you, Ashley. I had a fantastic time-the whole 2 seconds of our encounter. The encounter I had no wish to repeat. Or did I? If I did, the encounter would be different-the next time, I would win.
Ashley 1, Nikki 0.