Good morning all,
When the white noise went off, we were in the Garden, pulling weeds.
I always reacted badly to it. It didn’t matter if I was outside, eating in the Mess Hall, or locked in my cabin. When it came, the shrieking tones blew up like a pipe bomb between my ears. Other girls at Thurmond could pick themselves up after a few minutes, shaking off the nausea and disorientation like the loose grass clinging to their camp uniforms. But me? Hours would pass before I was able to piece myself back together.
This time should have been no different.
But it was.
Today is 25-1, since my book doesn’t have 251 pages, I am flipping the number 1 to the beginning and making it 125! Which is my selected page number for today.
“Well, this is the best Krazy Karnival ever,” J.J. boasted with a sweep of his hand. His cheeks flushed red with delight. “It’s got new rides as well as hip and healthy new foods, with some new twists on old favourites,” he added, “like corn on the cob that pops into popcorn, and funny funnel cake!”
“Funny funnel cakes?” Harley enthused as they started walking. “I love funny, and I love funnel cakes!”