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    [Incomplete] No Regrets

    Hey guys, been here for a while now and decided to take a crack at actually writing a story.

    I've never really written a genuine story before, so please feel free to tell me where I can improve.

    WARNING: The following story contains (minor? I'm new at this, sorry) profanity.

    I hope you enjoy.

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    No Regrets
    Chapter 1

    A blonde girl slummped against the bathroom wall and exhaled, watching the grey smoke disperse into the air with an expression of nothingness on her face.

    She closed her eyes, the cigarette between her fingers still burning as she became lost in thought in the silence.

    Hours seemed to pass before she was cut off by the ringing of the school bell, signaling that she was late for class.

    With a sigh, she turned the sink on and put the cigarette out before flushing the remaining ashes down one of the toilets.

    Throwing her bag over her shoulder, she made her way through the now empty hallways, making sure to move as slowly as possible before actually reaching her class on the second floor.

    After breathing another heavy sigh she loudly knocked on her classroom door before being greeted by a tall slender brunnette dressed in proffesional looking attire.

    "Late again, Ms. Ross?"

    Maria could tell the teacher's voice was condicending and full of irritation. She rolled her eyes and made her way to her desk, her classmates not daring to say a word.

    "I wouldn't suppose you would actually happen to have a pass this time?"

    Maria was no longer listening to her.

    The teacher sighed and informed the class to continue working on their bellwork before moving to her computer to work on attendance.

    Maria tisked as she took out her phone and began doing things that she actually cared about.

    After 10 minuets, the teacher collected the bellwork, prompting Maria to put her phone away. It wasn't that she actually gave a crap about environmental science, it was more to avoid the hassel of having her mom pick up her phone after school.

    "Okay, first things first:" the teacher sang, her manerisms and tone having abbruptly changed from earlier "we have a new student."

    Upon prompting, a petit looking girl adorned in pink made her way to the front of the classroom and gave a shy smile. The sight of it made Maria want to gag.

    "Hi, I'm Amy." she said looking down at her feet, her thumbs twiddling as she did so "My family just moved here from Georgia, so I'm new."

    This introduction caused almost every girl in the class to errupt with "Awws", causing Amy to blush and Maria to cringe.

    Looking at the teacher for confirmation, Amy quickly made her way back to her seat, which Maria noticed was directly behind her.

    "Alright, next order of bussiness: the class camping trip."

    Upon hearing those words of terror, the students in the classroom collectivly groaned.

    "Oh come on," the teacher pleaded, trying to bolster extitement "this camping trip is a great way to get up close and personal with some of the concepts we've learned in class in a fun and interesting way. Besides, it will give you the chance to get to know your new classmate better!"

    Nobody was cheering, and the teacher finally gave up in defeat.

    "And before you ask, again," she braced herself for the backlash she was about to get "attendance is mandatory."

    A wail of outcrys infested the classroom as Maria let out an aggressive sigh.

    She couldn't believe they were still doing this. Did they have short-term memory loss, or something? Sure, Maria could think of a million other things she could be doing tommorow, besides going on a pointless camping trip, but she had known about it a month beforehand. Ms. Aster had told them that they had to go on the stupid thing multiple times now, and yet, everytime she told them, they reacted in the same way: whining and mueling.

    Having enough of it, Maria firmly planted her hands over her ears and waited for the idiocy to stop. She was already done with today.

    After about five minuets, the idiocy stopped and Ms. Aster began passing out review worksheets.

    Not being able to use her phone, Maria decided to see if she actually knew anything on it, and to her suprise a lot of it was just common sense.

    'What are the consequences of deforestation?'

    Animals have to move their lazy asses to a different location because some assholes decided to destroy their homes and lives.

    'How does a growing population effect the environment?'

    The idiots are going to waste all their water to grow more food because their dumbasses couldn't stop banging.

    Maria filled out each question one after the other, writing the answers in the plain, vanilla, boring way the teacher wanted in order to avoid a call home.

    Halfway through the questions, her ears were perturbed by the faint sound of crinkling, as if somebody behind her was slowly balling up a platic bag in their hands.

    The sound precisted for about ten minuets while Maria tried to concentrate on her work. It wouldn't have been a problem for most people, but for those with ADHD, like Maria, it was torture.

    She had gotton used to ignoring the jummbled sounds of everyone's voices, however, quiet, yet persistant noises still got to her.

    Becoming angry, Maria turned behind her in a rush of fury and saw that the new girl was the source of the hellish noise.

    "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" She boomed, causing Amy to drop her pencil and the rest of the class to stare.

    "W-what do you mean?" the other girl replied softly, bunching her shoulders together.

    "THAT DAMB NOISE! WHATEVER YOU'RE DOING TO CAUSE IT, STOP! UNLESS YOU WANT ME TO MAKE YOU STOP!"

    Maria aggressivly balled her hand into a fist and began grinding it aginst her palm. She found it to be an effective way of getting people to do what she wanted.

    Amy looked like she was going to cry.

    "Maria! Office, now!"

    The teacher's booming voice cut right through the tension of the scene, and the other students resumed progress on their worksheets, thinking they were slick.

    "Me?!" Maria asked genuinly suprised "She was the one distracting me from my work!"

    She pointed at the now crying girl in an irritated fashion.

    "I don't care what she was doing!" Ms. Aster replied boldly, as if she was some sort of hero "Your reacion was uncalled for. Take your stuff, and go to the front office!"

    "Are you serious?!"

    She was serious.

    Maria thew her pencil angrily into her bag, and loudly tossed the thing over her shoulder.

    She glanced in disgust at the manipulative witch who had gotten her into this mess, wanting to punch every girl who was there conforting her as if she were a two year old that had an accident.

    Before leaving, she slammed her incomplete worksheet on the teacher's desk, not wanting to have completly wasted her time.

    As she turned to leave, she heard the crummpling of paper and turned around to see Ms. Aster tossing her wadded up worksheet into the trash.

    "What the hell?!" Maria demanded, pure range shooting out from her mouth.

    "I'm not interested in grading assignments that students put no effort into."

    At that, Maria turned around and left the room. Why even try? She was done.

    Instead of going to the principal's office, she went to the school parking lot and got into her car, no longer caring if the school decided to call her mom or not.

    As she exited the campas, she thought about how the other girls in her class treated Amy as if she had done nothing wrong, causing her to fiercely grip her steering wheel. She seethed at the thought of Amy acting like a child to manipulate the fools around her, there was no way those tears were real, what high schooler crys over being yelled at? Besides, she had it comming, was she not expecting to get backlash for that awful noise she was making? Of course not, she was acting like a child on purpose.

    Suddenly, a smile formed on Maria's face, as a devilish thought popped into her head.

    As she drove home, details flooded into her mind as she developped a plan to get back at Amy.

    Pulling into her driveway, she couldn't believe she was actually exited for the stupid class camping trip tommorow, as it would provide the perfect opportunity to get back at that witch.

    If she wanted to act like a baby, then so be it.



    #2
    The story has good fundamentals. For the small word count, Amy and Maria come across clearly, particularly Maria. I like the use of dramatic irony and Maria noticing Amy's "sound" (whatever could that be...) because of hyper-irritability. I like how a lot of the writing communicates Maria's subjective interpretation of the scene, rather than the scene itself. I like how you're foreshadowing the plot without being obvious, and how it seems like the story could go in one of two directions.

    The short paragraphs don't bother me like I initially thought they would. But try letting some of them "breathe" in the next chapter, particularly when Maria is planning or describing things.

    So yeah, good job.
    Last edited by donbiki; 05-06-2018, 01:16 PM.
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      #3
      This one has a lot of potential.

      Assuming Amy is already in diapers: Usually, when a story has the character start off incontinent, it's like it's skipping the conflict to get a character into diapers (after which the conflict usually becomes keeping it a secret from others). When you remove a source of conflict you should replace it with an equal or more significant conflict. These stories can still be great; it's just that that feeling of lost potential is at the back of my mind while reading it. In this story, if I'm reading it right, you won't have that pitfall. Instead of skipping one conflict to get to another, you have both playing out at the same time. I don't think I've seen anyone here do that before. Depending on how long you intend to drag out the simultaneous conflicts (Maria trying to baby-fy Amy while Amy tries to hide her condition), this could make for a fun game of cat and mouse.

      On a more critical note, when you introduce Amy to the class, the response feels unearned. All that's described of her is that she's short, wearing pink, and shy. That's cute, yes, but not an almost-every-girl-in-class-goes-awe level of cute. It's a well-written description on its own, but it doesn't build up to the payoff you're aiming for. I usually wish that authors spend less time describing a character's cuteness, but here you could've spent more time on details to build a better picture.
      Last edited by TheOneWhoSees; 05-05-2018, 02:52 AM.
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        #4
        I have a sense that this is going to be a turnabout - the MC's behavior seems to lend itself toward some sort of discipline. The effort is definitely here, you're trying to emote, but your prose definitely needs some work. I get that the MC is an angry little ball of fury, but I have zero understanding of why she has such a hair trigger, that she throws these screaming tantrums over the slightest little annoyance. It makes no sense.

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          #5
          Sorry for the long wait, exams have been kicking my butt recently.

          No Regrets

          Chapter 2


          Blonde, messy hair held tightly in a ponytail accentuated the chubby, youthful face of a young girl around the age of seven. Her small body was adorned in a bright pink T-shirt and lime green shorts, both of which were mostly hidden under a pair of denim overalls. She would have been the picture of joyous youth if it weren't for the fresh tears welling up in her soft blue eyes.

          Another young girl accompanied the child and the two of them were standing near the old, rusty monkey bars, far away from the rest of the playground. The little blonde girl stared hopefully at the brown-eyed, straight-haired brunette across from her, however, the pleading look in her eyes was only met with the gaze of condescension. Knowing that there was no way out of her current situation, the child clenched her eyes shut, causing small droplets of tears to squeeze through the narrow gaps and slowly trail down her face. She tightly balled up her fists with all her might and took a deep breath. After a few moments, the young girl felt what little maturity she had slipped away, as she reverted to the state of a preschooler.

          Feeling like a two-year-old, the girl looked up at her companion, small trails of liquid now flowing freely towards the ground. She had hoped to find the slightest bit of remorse in the brunette's adorable, yet somehow demonic face, but only found amusement, and superiority, like always.

          "Good girl," the snobbish child patted her victim on the head in triumph, her voice full of condescension "now, go tell the teacher about your 'wittle accident.'"

          Defeated, the blonde gently bit her lower lip and nervously grasped some of the loose fabric on the front her overalls, twisting it in her hands. She turned to face the location of where her teacher, Ms. Ange, was standing: on the sidewalk at the other end of the playground. Shamefully, she cocked her head down towards the brown wood chips underneath her pink and white tennis shoes, trying to hide her still leaking eyes from anyone who happened to look her way. Before taking the first step towards total embarrassment, however, she hesitated a brief moment to hold onto the glimmer of hope that Kiana would change her mind and be satisfied with the humiliation she had caused the young girl to already experience.

          She didn't.

          Slowly, the child moved her feet, one after another, step by step, towards her teacher. She dreaded the thought of what the result would be once she got to her, slightly tensing up as a result. Her entire body felt like a giant weight as she made her way past the colorful jungle gym where the other children were screaming and playing with delight, praying that none of them would take notice of her. Noticing one of the sun's gleaming rays on the ground in front of her, the girl realized that for the first time in her life, she wished that the bright, clear blue sky above her was instead a dark shade of grey, pouring down rain that would help conceal the disgrace she had become.

          After what seemed like a lifetime, the shameful child finally arrived at her destination. Ms. Ange was talking to another teacher from the first-grade class at the time, so she didn't even notice her student's arrival. The young girl tried to get the adults attention by calling out her name, but upon opening her mouth, nothing would come out except silence. Not knowing what else to do, she childishly tugged on the older woman's dress skirt to get her attention.
          This tactic ended up working, as not long after, the youthful teacher turned to see the source that had disrupted her conversation. Instead of being cross, however, her face emanated sweetness and understanding as she fixed her gaze on the small child standing by her side, greeting her with a warm smile.

          "What can I do for you, Miss Mar-" her motherly tone was cut off upon seeing the dark patch situated on the lower half of the girl's overalls, causing her to realize what had happened immediately. "Oh, sweetheart..." she continued, pity completely enveloping her voice.

          Tenderly grasping the child's small hand in her own, she made her way to the school's closest entrance, which just so happened to be a few feet away from where she was standing. Before leaving them to take care of the situation, she quickly exchanged nods with the teacher she was previously talking to, confirming that someone would be there to watch the rest of the kids while she was gone.

          The walk to the bathroom only lasted around 30 seconds; however, it felt like an eternity to Maria, with the only hearable sounds being the echoes of teacher's heels on the smooth, tiled floor. The young girl couldn't believe that this was happening to her, she should have known Kiana would do this. She always did stuff like this, whether it be simply ignoring her, to making her do ludicrous things like this. Why did she even hang out with her in the first place? Thoughts like this continuously spiraled through the small girl's head until she and Ms. Ange finally reached the bathroom.

          Upon finally entering the freshly cleaned, lavender smelling room, the teacher quickly locked the door to make sure nobody would walk in on the two of them while they were cleaning up. Then, she carefully undid the sobbing girl's overalls, causing the child to blush a deeper shade of red with each button that was unsnapped. Once her overalls fell to the floor, Maria didn't think she could feel any more humiliated than she already did; however, this theory was quickly debunked as Ms. Ange gently slipped down the child's soaked green shorts, followed by flower patterned underwear.
          After sitting her down on one of the toilets, the motherly teacher knelt down to meet the young girl eye-to-eye.

          "What happened?" Her tender voice was full of concern and pity, "Just tell me the truth and it'll be ok."

          "I-I..." Maria started, her face covered in the tears and snot that had been building up since the playground. "Kiana made me do it!"

          Maria had never told on Kiana before; she was too afraid of losing the young girl's friendship. However, after what she had made her go through today, the blonde had reached her limit. She didn't want to lie to someone as amazing as Ms. Ange for someone as wicked as Kiana. She didn't want to have to embarrass herself continuously. She didn't want to be Kiana's friend anymore. She just wanted everything to turn out like in the movies, where the hero saves the tortured victim from the evil bad guy.

          The teacher's concerned look almost immediately turned to one of skepticism after hearing these words, causing her to view her student with disappointment in her eyes.

          "Sweetheart," her voice suddenly turned more stern as she began to stand up, "it's not good to blame other people for your mistakes, especially on someone as sweet and sensitive as Kiana."

          "But she did!" The young girl was completely shocked. "She said that she would tell everyone my secret if I didn't pee my pants and then tell you about it!"


          "Kiana would never do something like that." She shook her head in protest of the suspected slander directed towards her student. "Besides, why wouldn't you talk to me about this before wetting yourself?"

          "Yes, she would!" Maria was now screaming at the older woman, complete and utter fury in her voice. At this point, any logic thrown her way was quickly ignored, she didn't even think to answer the teacher's question. The little girl was more concerned with the fact that she didn't understand why Ms. Ange didn't believe her; she had never lied to her before!

          "I hate to do this to you," Ms. Ange shook her head at the girl with a now completely disapproving tone in her voice, expressing her superiority over her "but since you want to blame one of your classmates for your accident, instead of owning up to it yourself, I have no choice but to head on over to the nurse's office and get you some more 'age appropriate' underwear to wear for the rest of the day. Can you behave yourself while I'm gone?"

          Maria didn't say a word.

          Despite the lack of a response, the teacher left the bathroom anyway. The slamming of the heavy door faded quickly, leaving Maria in total silence. Fresh liquid once again started to stream down the girls face; she had cried so much today, she was surprised she still had tears to shed. After a moment, her body stopped crying, and she was left alone with her thoughts.

          Why did this have to happen to me? I did what I was supposed to and told the truth, so why am I being punished? Her sadness quickly turned to rage as she replayed the day's events in her head. What's the point in telling the truth if nobody is going to believe me?!


          ***


          Memories of that day invaded Maria's mind as she concocted her revenge plan. The thoughts that usually made her blood boil instead made her chortle with glee as she knew that she would finally have her revenge. Sure, it wouldn't be on Kiana, but it would be on someone pretty damn close: a manipulative, spoiled brat!

          Pulling into her driveway, Maria quickly exited her old, white Chevrolet Malibu and nudged the door shut with her backside in devilish glee. Not even taking the time to lock her car's door, Maria joyfully skipped up to the front porch and fiddled with her keys to unlock the door.

          Upon entering, she placed her backpack by the door and kicked off her black sneakers before carefully making her way through the crowded living room, using the stained white walls as a guide. As she slowly approached the kitchen, she did her best to avoid tripping over the numerous half-eaten food items and empty beer bottles scattered across the tiled floor.

          After finally reaching the kitchen, Maria thought she had made it through the worst of it before clumsily tripping on a filled garbage bag that she had left for her mother to throw out that morning. Only being able to realize what was happening for a split second, the girl fell headfirst into the metal oven in front of her, hitting her chin on its edge. Still standing, Maria instinctively backed up a few steps due to the impact, causing her to trip on the same bag a second time, resulting in her bottom roughly hitting the ground.

          "Dammit mom!" the teenager wailed from the pain as she used the oven to slowly pusher her body up; her chin and backside still throbbing.

          Getting to her feet, Maria couldn't help but bite her lower lip in frustration. Balling up her fists, she angrily kicked the oven, adding her foot to the list of body parts that were currently seething with pain.

          "Worthless piece of-" Maria stopped herself mid-sentence after realizing that she was taking her anger out on a metal cube, a metal cube sent from hell, but a metal cube nonetheless.

          Letting out a deep sigh, Maria limped past the trash bag to the storage room directly connected to the kitchen. Flipping on the light switch, the aching girl took note of the hundreds of boxes filling the rather large room (none of which were organized in any manner). Cardboard was stacked on top of cardboard, to the point where you couldn't tell what color the ceiling was. This made it almost impossible to get to anything without being a professional mountain climber.

          Oh dear God.

          Sighing once again, Maria took out her phone and looked at the time. Thankfully, it was only 1:30, so her mom wouldn't be home for at least five hours, giving her plenty of time to look for what she needed.

          Making her way into the cluttered room, Maria glanced at the first box she saw, noticing the word 'Miscellaneous' written across the side in black Sharpie.

          Noooooo, really? Maria rolled her eyes. Thanks mom, what would I do without your top tier labeling skills?

          As she looked into the box, Maria's heart filled with nostalgic excitement as she fixed her gaze on its contents. The young girl couldn't help but smile as she pulled out a golden DVD box displaying a cartoon black and white rabbit on the cover; above the rabbit, the word 'OSWALD' was printed in bright red letters. Opening the hard, plastic casing, Maria was surprised to find not only both DVDs but the certificate of authenticity and commemorative button still inside. Moving her fingers over the smooth surface of one of the disks, the teenager remembered constantly badgering her mother to buy this entry into the Walt Disney Treasures collection for her when she was younger; she would ask day after day until her mother finally caved and gave it to her as a Christmas gift. She remembered how thrilled she was when she ripped apart the green and red wrapping paper to reveal the words 'The Adventures of Oswald the Lucky Rabbit' printed on a gold tin.

          Maria had been a fan of old black and white cartoons ever since she saw a collection of 1930s Mickey Mouse shorts in preschool. The simple way the small ink drawings moved and sounded was just so captivating to her in a way that modern cartoons just couldn't compete with. Soon after, she found herself asking her mother to look up these cartoons on the internet, and began falling in love with many classic series, including Felix the Cat, Popeye, and Bosko. Her favorite, however, was an animated short from the 1920s called 'Trolley Troubles,' starring Oswald the Lucky Rabbit. She tried to find more Oswald cartoons, but they were few and far between, so when she found out they were releasing an entire DVD set full of Oswald shorts, she nearly peed her pants in excitement.

          Closing the disk case, Maria continued to smile as made a quick detour out of the storage room and placed the DVD on the wooden countertop next to the oven for later viewing. Re-entering the storage room, Maria couldn't help but think how much this day had redeemed itself as she began searching through the next box.

          Maria made her way from box to box, first checking to see if it was labeled, and then possibly checking its contents if it lacked any markings or the markings that were there were utterly useless. Eventually, she came across a box labeled 'Baby Stuff,' causing her to give a little squeal in delight. Upon opening the box, the giddy teenager realized that she now had all the ingredients she needed to follow her recipe of revenge.

          Thankfully, the box wasn't too heavy, so Maria was able to make her way out of the cardboard catacombs with relative ease. Sitting the box down on the kitchen floor, the blonde haired girl checked her phone once again and saw that it was already 3:30. Exhausted from having to do so much work, Maria obviously deserved a break for her efforts, seeing as her mother wouldn't be home anytime soon.

          Maria walked over to the kitchen counter and picked up the Oswald DVD that she had left there at the start of her search. Placing the DVD into the box with her supplies, Maria cautiously made her way to her room, taking extra care to avoid the debris scattered across the living room, this time to protect her precious cargo.

          Upon finally making it into her room, Maria locked the door out of habit and placed the box on the floor. Grabbing the Oswald DVD inside, Maria once again began to smile as she popped the first disk into her old DVD player. As the outdated advertisements played, Maria got up on her small, white, twin sized bed and began jumping up and down in excitement like a child. As the DVD menu came up, Maria allowed herself to fall onto her bed, almost hitting her head against the peeling green walls of the room in the process.

          As 'Trolley Troubles' played on the small TV screen, Maria found herself standing at the far edge of her bed, watching in wonder as if it were the first time she had seen the cartoon. She watched as Oswald attempted to drive his trolley, with there always being something to prevent him from doing his job. She particularly enjoyed the part where the clever rabbit got past a snobbish cow blocking the path by going under her and the proceeding taunt that followed.

          Now that she thought about it, Oswald was kind of a prick. He gloated when he won, got pissed off when he lost, and always took the time to mock his enemies. Though, those were all the things that made his adventures enjoyable for Maria, the fact that the hero of the story acted like such a dick separated Oswald from other cartoon characters like Mickey, who was the standard 'good samaritan'.

          After indulging in her odd hobby for some time, Maria heard the unmistakable sound of keys unlocking the door. Glancing at her phone, Maria noticed that it was 6:27, meaning that her mother was home. The young girl let out a nervous gasp before realizing that everything she needed was already in her room, causing her to give a light sigh of relief.

          Turning off the TV, Maria walked into the living room to see her mother sitting on the couch, leaning backward with her hands on her head, her short, (obviously fake) red hair pointing towards the ground. She was still wearing her uniform from her job as a waitress, and even Maria could tell that she was not in the best of moods.

          As she turned around to return to her room, the young blonde was suddenly startled as her mother's tired voice cut through the silence of the house.

          "Hey honey, how was school?"

          "Fine mom." Maria quietly replied as she began rubbing her arm with her hand due to this awkward situation.

          "That's good dear."

          Maria waited a few moments for her mother to continue talking. After an awkward silence, however, the girl quickly made her way back to her room upon realizing that brief bit of conversation was all she was going to get out of her mom tonight.

          Realizing that she should probably get ready for tomorrow, Maria pulled an old travel bag from her closet, large enough to hold not only the stuff she actually needed for the trip but the supplies for her project as well. Going over to the box of baby stuff, the blonde teen pulled out a small, brown teddy bear that she didn't even remember owning as a kid and a package of half-used baby wipes and haphazardly tossed them both into the bag. Maria wasn't dumb enough to think that she could get away with fully baby-fying Amy in the two short days the camping trip would last; it would look suspicious if Ms. Aster saw a teenage girl walking around the campsite wearing a diaper and sucking on a pacifier. Instead, the mischievous girl wanted to take the freedom offered by the trip to merely start the regression and spend time with Amy, acting as one of her cooing little slaves to convince the crybaby to stay the night at her house; then the real fun could begin.

          With a big grin on her face, Maria made her way back to her closet and pulled out a semi-used box of goodnites, the thing that had haunted her life up until four years ago. Her smile faded slightly at the sight of them. The young girl placed a few of the padded garments inside of the bag with the rest of the supplies. Then, to remain inconspicuous, Maria threw the clothes she was planning to wear for the trip on top of her hidden agenda.

          Closing the now full travel bag, Maria grabbed a pen and the pink journal on her nightstand that she used for pretty much everything. Lighting a cigarette, the girl sat criss-cross on her bed as she quickly flipped past old drawings and notes to reach a clean page. At the top of the page, Maria wrote the phrase 'Phase 1' in large letters and proceeded to circle it. Here, she planned to detail how she would begin to regress Amy during the camping trip and keep it a secret from the teacher; she could prepare for the aftermath later.

          Maria proceeded to plan out her actions during the camping trip, huffing her cigarette all the while. The first thing she absolutely needed to do was be placed in the same cabin as Amy, otherwise, her entire plan would come crashing down. She was pretty sure Ms. Aster would allow them to choose their own cabin mates, since that's the way it worked with class projects, however, given the 'wonderful' first impression she made in class, convincing Amy to be in the same cabin as her could be tricky. She definitely had to at least apologize to the girl, no matter how much it pained her to do so.

          Then, after securing their living arrangements together, she would make Amy wet the bed with the good old hand in warm water trick. The witch would probably try to hide the accident from her, but she would be sure to 'discover' it. Rather than mocking her for it, Maria would instead be comforting, catching Amy by surprise and causing her to let her guard down. The manipulative girl would continue (begrudgingly) to be sweet and caring towards the evil girl until the night time, where she would offer her a goodnite and possibly the teddy bear for comfort (depending on Amy's reaction).

          Not wanting to let up her cutesy persona towards somebody who she believed had fallen for it, Amy would eventually accept the babyish item(s). Maria would then cause her to wet once again and continue her caring and understanding facade. Afterward, she would invite Amy over to her house, and since the girl was treated so kindly over the trip, she would accept. Then, phase two could commence.

          Smiling at her work, Maria was sure that her plan would work. She knew how people like Amy acted, and she was sure that someone like that wouldn't want to tell a teacher about something as embarrassing as wetting the bed.

          Maria smiled mischievously at the thought of Amy in a full-blown baby diaper. It was just SO fitting! With her small frame and youthful face, she might even pass for a real toddler. Also, as much as she hated to admit it, Amy was pretty damn cute, at least aesthetically, with her short size, babydoll eyes, and little dimples sprinkled over her cheeks. She looked more like a fourth grader than a high school junior, a fact that made Maria super curious to see how young she could make the girl appear while conducting her project.

          "Maria!" Her mom's loud voice cut through the silence of the house. "Did you drink the last Bud Light?" She sounded both disappointed and frustrated at the same time.

          "No mom," the annoyed teen rolled her eyes in response "I don't drink, remember? Check near the back of the fridge. "

          Maria attempted to recapture the striking image of a fully baby-fyed Amy in her head but was soon interrupted by her mother's cries once again.

          "There's none in the back!"

          Sighing in annoyance, Maria smushed the cigarette she was currently smoking into a glass ashtray on her nightstand, putting it out. She then proceeded to close her pink notebook, leaving it lazily on her bed as she slowly made her way to the bedroom door. Quickly glancing at her phone, the blonde came to the astute conclusion that it was far too late for this shit. She hesitated a moment before turning the doorknob and then slowly made her way towards the kitchen, stepping on an old half-eaten pizza along the way, causing her to gag. Upon arrival, she saw her mother on the ground, desperately searching every nook and cranny of the refrigerator.

          "Is it possible you put one in the freezer by accident?"

          These words caught the attention of the girl's mother who swiftly turned to glare at her daughter with bloodshot red eyes, a look of complete contempt spread across her face.

          "No! I've already checked there, dumbass!"

          Maria was completely frozen. Every inch of her body was telling her to go back to her room, but her legs refused to move. The young girl attempted to speak, but instead, she lightly placed her teeth over her bottom lip, a nervous habit she's retained ever since she was a kid. She couldn't do anything but stand there, staring into her mother's burning eyes for what seemed like hours.

          "Worthless piece of shit." Her mother scoffed at her before turning back around and continuing her search.

          Maria continued to stand there, a massive lump having formed in her throat. After a few moments, the initial shock of the incident wore off, and tears began to well up in the young girl's eyes. She wanted to cry but knew that it would only make the situation worse for her.

          Eventually, legs, finally allowing her to move again, slowly backed away from the kitchen. Taking extra care not to make any noise, Maria made her way to her room and slowly shut the door, locking it. Grabbing her phone out of her pocket, she noticed it had only been three minutes since she went to help her mother, a fact that filled her with rage for reasons she couldn't comprehend. Tightly gripping the rectangular device in anger, tears began to fall from Maria's swollen eyes slowly.

          After forcibly tossing the accursed machine onto her nightstand, the young girl stood still a few moments, her body not comprehending what it was supposed to do as streams of liquid continued to pour down.

          Tomorrow is another day.

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            #6
            Good job with fleshing out your paragraphs. It creates a smooth, slow pace for these planny-reflective bits. You've got a good eye for little details that evoke a scene without too many words (eg stepping on an old half-eaten pizza). I'm interested in how Maria's plan will play out. You've continued to leave two (maybe three now) doors open for how this could go, but I'm leaning towards Maria befriending Amy in the end. It was interesting to see how Maria's past experiences made her mind jump to this plan.

            Subjectively, I feel you've gone over the top making the adults vindictive. The Mom scene in particular seems to be milking sympathy a bit too hard. I can buy Maria is hurting without this level of emotional abuse.

            A style flaw that stands out is a tendency to describe things "like a camera". Now, this may just be modern convention, but it's more-or-less universally avoided nowadays. You should tell us things like a human would tell us. As for an example, this line killed me:

            Grabbing her phone out of her pocket, she noticed it had only been three minutes since she went to help her mother [...] Tightly gripping the rectangular device in anger, tears began to fall from Maria's swollen eyes slowly.
            Why is this describing the phone as a "rectangular device"? What information does it convey? Is it telling us what a phone looks like, just in case we don't know? This might make sense if it were some science-fiction gizmo. As it is, it's like the paragraph don't trust us to be visualizing things correctly. It wants us to see the phone, "like a camera", but the camera isn't showing any poetic flourish. It's just a visual description for what doesn't need description.

            Connected to the problem, this is written in third-person limited POV from Maria's perspective. But the text keeps describing her from out-of-POV, "like a camera".

            "Dammit mom!" the teenager wailed.

            Upon opening the box, the giddy teenager realized that she now had all the ingredients she needed

            Sitting the box down on the kitchen floor, the blonde haired girl checked her phone

            The young girl let out a nervous gasp before realizing that everything she needed was already in her room, causing her to give a light sigh of relief.

            Instead, the mischievous girl wanted to take the freedom offered by the trip to merely start the regression
            Remember, even though you are writing third person, it comes from Maria's POV. She's not looking at the world like a camera on the wall. As readers, we understand that what we're reading is a reflection of what she's noticing, not a complete description of the scene. She wouldn't be constantly reminding herself that she's a blonde teenager, or giving evaluations of her own personality. Write down the things she would fixate on, and in the way she'd describe them.

            Overall, this is (very, very much) my kind of story, so don't let these technical quibbles discourage you. This remains an impressive first effort.
            Last edited by donbiki; 06-13-2018, 07:30 PM.
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              #7
              Well, this story is interesting so far. It has me curious if it will lead to surprising resusts or end up being predictable. So far its seems obvious where this is headed. Though I want to know for sure. So you've managed to leave a little room for curiosity.

              Thankies for posting

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                #8
                Ok, there's a few things I need to go over:

                1.) Life has been hell recently, I'm starting my Freshman year of college this year, and preparing for that has been a pain. I didn't have time to write much while balancing orientation, roommate situations, ect, which is why this is SO late.

                2.) If the latter half of this chapter seems a little rushed, that's because it is. I move into my dorm on the 15th and I wanted to get a chapter out before then, so please excuse any seemingly rushed plot threads. I promise that later chapters will be better paced.

                3.) The next chapter should be posted in late September if not early October. Mid October at the latest if anything comes up.

                4.) I want to thank everyone reading this story and giving tips to improve my writing, especially donbiki. Thank you so much for all the advice you've given me, I've tried my best to implement everything you've told me into my writing. Seriously, thanks a bunch for putting with me.
                No Regrets

                Chapter 3

                Maria awoke to the sound of her mom’s voice blaring in her ear. She knew it was probably really late, but still not wanting to fully get up yet, she curled up in bed, gently squeezing a pillow in her arms. This peaceful alternative, however, was cut short by the sound of her mother delivering another ear bleeding shout.

                “Maria, it’s time to get up! Don’t you have that camping trip thing today?”

                At this, Maria jolted out of bed with new found excitement. Today was the day she was finally going to get her revenge. Grinning widely, she quickly threw on the first clothes she could find and burst through her bedroom door, travel bag in hand.

                “Ready to go.” she cheerfully exclaimed upon seeing her mother, still in her pajamas.

                “Hold your horses kid,” the middle-aged woman began, “it’s 3:00, we don’t have to be there until 6:00.”

                Maria blushed at how childish she must have looked, running out of her room like a five year old getting ready to visit their friend’s house. Putting the bag down, she made her way to the kitchen, where her mom tossed her an energy bar.

                “You’re not going to take a shower?” Maria’s mom questioned her daughter, motioning towards her new clothes.

                “Nah, I took one yesterday,” she responded quickly, slightly annoyed by her mother’s badgering, “besides, I’m already dressed.”

                “Well, you should at least try to brush your hair,” the older woman tried to negotiate “this is a big event, and I want you to look your best.”

                It had been a while since Maria actually put effort into brushing her hair. At this point, it felt like a total jungle and probably looked like one too. She could feel at least a couple giant knots in there that she knew she couldn’t get out unless she tore half her scalp off. Needless to say, she didn’t really want to go through the pain of brushing her hair, but she could probably get away with faking it.

                “I guess.”

                Satisfied with that answer, Maria’s mother left the room, leaving her daughter alone. Taking a seat at their small dining table, Maria continued to munch on her energy bar, taking as long as she could finishing it to avoid the inevitable struggle of making her hair look at least somewhat presentable. Upon finishing the last bite, she let out a sigh and made her way to the bathroom. She had hoped to accidentally trip over a piece of garbage on the way and delay the inevitable, but alas, luck was not on her side.

                Reaching the bathroom door, Maria wasn't even given the chance to open it before hearing her mom calling her from the next room.

                “Maria, sweetheart, before you get started on your hair, I want to talk to you for a minute. Come here please.”

                Rolling her eyes, Maria pushed past the bathroom door and made her way to her mother’s room. Upon entering, she noticed her mother sitting on the bed, softly patting the spot next to her. Taking a seat, Maria was caught off guard as the middle-aged woman began opening her mouth, preparing to speak, before tightly pulling her child into her arms. Tears fell from her face as she embraced her daughter in an emotional outburst.

                “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I never wanted to hurt you.”

                As her mother tearfully apologized to her, Maria couldn’t say a word. She hadn’t really wanted to think about what happened last night, blocking it from her memory up until that point. It being brought up hit her harder than it should have, after all, heated moments with her mother were rarely if ever discussed.

                “Please forgive me, baby.” Maria’s mother continued to sob, the grip on her daughter unwavering. “Things have just been so overwhelming lately, and I don’t know what I’m gonna do.”

                Maria wanted to be mad, she really did. She wanted to tell her mother that an apology wasn’t going to cut it this time, but she just couldn’t. Seeing her mother crying like that was just too much for her to handle.

                “It’s ok mom,” she began nervously, trying to calm her mother down “it’s not like you actually hurt me or anything.”

                Maria’s mother began crying even harder at her daughter’s response, tightening her hold of her.

                “Thank you, sweetie. Thank you so so much.”

                “It’s really no big of a deal mom,” Maria lied “things’ll be better soon, I just know it.”

                ***
                After the ordeal with her mother, the rest of the afternoon past by relatively uneventfully. Maria’s head was sore from all the tangles she had to rip out of her hair, but besides that, nothing special happened between the time of her mother’s outburst and her actual arrival at the camp. She almost completely forgot about her revenge plan until she pulled into the camp’s parking lot; thoughts of her mother running rampant through her mind instead. Exiting the car, she quickly dropped her bag off at the luggage drop off area, double checking to make sure her name was on it. She would probably die if one of her classmates accidentally got a hold of it and discovered its contents.

                Afterward, Maria proceeded to enter a thin, metal pavilion. Judging by the rows of long tables set up, the place was apparently going to be used as the dining hall during the trip. Most of the other students were waiting in this area, huddled around, talking in groups. It didn’t take Maria long to spot Amy. She was talking with a group of people who, most of which, Maria was unfamiliar with. The small girl was acting all shy, nervously playing with her hair. Damn, she had her act down pat.

                Taking a deep breath, Maria slowly approached the group, ready to finally put her plan into motion. Upon seeing her coming, however, the majority of people in the group quickly dispersed elsewhere, leaving only Amy and another girl who had the blackest hair Maria had ever seen.

                “Umm...hey…” Maria began, rubbing her arm nervously.

                Off to a great start.

                Before she was given a chance to continue, however, the black-haired girl stepped in front of Amy, blocking her from Maria’s view.

                “What do you want?” The girl asked Maria coldly, glaring at her with complete malice.

                Excuse me! Who the hell is this bitch!?

                “Oh, I…” Maria stammered, desperately fighting the urge to relay her true thoughts to the whore in front of her. “I was just wondering if I could talk to Amy for a minute…you know…in private.”

                “Well, you can’t.” The dyke’s response was firm, her voice filled with condescension. “Now, could you kindly piss off.”

                Maria bit her lower lip. She wanted to strangle the hoe in front of her so badly. Who the hell did she think she was?! What right did she have to talk to her like that?! She was going to ruin everything!

                “Um, actually, Carla…” A small voice emerged from behind the brash teen, catching the attention of both girls. “I wouldn’t actually mind talking with her a little...I mean, I want to hear what she has to say.”

                “Are you sure?” The black haired girl turned to look the shorter of the two in the eyes.

                Amy nodded her head, prompting Carla to step out of the way, allowing Maria to finally see the small girl in her entirety. She was wearing a pink sweater with fake fur around the neck and sleeves as well as a pair of blue jeans with rhinestones outlining the pockets. It was the type of outfit a kid in elementary school wore, and yet, Amy somehow managed to pull it off.

                “So did you want to talk...or…”

                Amy’s voice knocked Maria out of her trance, reminding her of the task at hand.

                “Oh, yeah, could we do it outside? I mean only if you want too.” Maria knew she was trying way to hard.

                “Sure,” Amy replied as she started toward the exit.

                Maria turned to follow Amy, but she was stopped as someone grabbed her by the arm and pulled her back. Still a little stunned from the shock of being yanked, Maria spun her head around to view the person who had laid their hands on her.

                “Don’t touch me!” Maria cried out instinctively, trying to yank her arm away before even realizing that it was Carla holding onto her.

                “If you lay one finger on her, or make her cry again...” the black haired girl glared at Maria with pure, unadulterated hatred in her eyes “I will make your life a living hell.”

                With that, she released her grip from Maria’s arm. She must have been holding onto it really tight, considering the area grabbed was completely red.

                Still resisting the urge to punch the black haired bitch, Maria made her way to the exit where she found Amy standing a few feet away. The screen door loudly shut, catching Maria off guard as she tried to fake a smile for what was undoubtedly the most critical part of her plan.

                “So...” she began, walking up to the petite girl “how have you been?”

                This feeble attempt at small talk was met with the generic, stock responses you would expect. Even though she was just faking it, Maria still found the words she needed to say almost impossible to get out. Still, she knew that too much mindless blabber was only going to hurt her cause.

                “I’m…” her entire body stiffened as she tried to choke the words out “I’m sorry.”

                After managing to finally mutter the words out, the entire world seemed to stand completely still. Everything was quiet, no one said a word. Just nothing.

                “Oh…” was the only thing Amy muttered after what seemed like forever. It was clear that she was uncomfortable with the situation, or was at least pretending to be.

                “You see,” Maria immediately began trying to justify herself “I have this thing where I get distracted very easily and you were crinkling a plastic bag or something under your desk for some reason and that was really distracting and I lost my temper so I yelled.” Maria blurted out all the words at once, trying desperately to redeem the conversation.

                “Oh, that’s ok.” Amy’s demeanor suddenly changed. Her voice sounded less awkward than it was before and her body seemed to loosen up a bit. “You apologized, so it’s really no problem.”

                Did she really mean it? It couldn’t possibly be that easy. Maria doubted that her awkward demeanor had won Amy over. Was it something she said? Did something in her tangent cause Amy to lower her guard? It was entirely possible that she was faking it, Maria knew from experience that snakes like her tended to do that, but for some reason, that explanation didn’t quite click. They were alone, if Amy was still upset, why wouldn’t she show her true nature? Kiana did, and she couldn’t comprehend why Amy wouldn’t. What was she trying to do?

                “Thank goodness.” Maria studied Amy’s mannerisms closely, looking for anything that would reveal her agenda. “I didn’t want you to hate me or anything.”

                “Why would I hate you?” Amy asked with a genuine look of confusion on her face. “Sure, you yelled at me, but you said you’re sorry, so why would I hold it against you? I’m not that petty. I wouldn’t hate you because of an honest mistake.”

                Honest mistake? Is she serious? She’s trying way too hard with this innocent angel act. Any rational person would despise a person who yelled in their face. Hell, I know for a fact that people hate me for that exact reason.

                “Well, in case you haven’t noticed, a lot of people would and do.” Maria didn’t realize what she was saying until she said it. Without thinking, she covered her mouth with her hands, trying to prevent any more of her thoughts from leaking out of her mouth. What if she had said something that put her plan in jeopardy? She couldn’t let that happen, she needed this to work out.

                “Yeah, I can kind of tell.” Amy rubbed her lower arm and stared at the ground. “A lot of people don’t seem to like you very much, nobody talks bad about you or anything like that, but they always seem to leave or go quiet when you’re around.”

                Maria clenched her fist, she knew people didn’t like her, but she didn’t want to hear it. It was painfully obvious that nobody wanted to be around her, but hearing Amy plainly say it to her made her blood boil. How dare she! What right did she have to talk about Maria like that? She just moved here! What does she know?!

                “It’s a real shame.” Amy’s words knocked Maria out of her raged filled thoughts “I mean, you seem like a nice enough person.”

                Maria stood silently in complete bewilderment. To her, the situation was literally incomprehensible. Was Amy really that forgiving? No, that was impossible. She was falling for another snake’s trap, just like she had with Kiana.

                “We should probably get inside. I think it's starting.” Amy said, preemptively ending the conversation upon hearing a voice from inside the waiting area.

                Maria was so confused. Did she achieve her goal? She thought so, it just didn’t go as smoothly as she had planned. She didn’t expect to feel so...weird after talking to Amy.

                Upon re-entering the pavilion, Maria’s eardrums were blown out, as Ms. Aster apparently thought that using a microphone in such a confined space was a smart idea.

                “Those of you who have not signed in yet, do so now because after this point you will be marked absent!” The teacher’s loud voice boomed off the metal walls of the building.

                “Staff is currently preparing dinner for you all, which will be ready in a minute! My teacher’s aid is currently handing out bags containing plastic plates, bowls, cups, and utensils that you will be using throughout this entire trip! It will be your responsibility to clean them after dinner, you will be eating out of them again in the morning, so wash them thoroughly!”

                After becoming partially deaf, Maria was handed a small, white drawstring bag. It contained plastic dining utensils, like the wailing banshee said, however, they looked as if they were made for children. The plate, bowl, and cup were colored in bright blues, greens, and reds. To make matters worse, the utensils were small enough to fit in a five year olds hand. Where did she get them from? Her daughter’s preschool?

                Rolling her eyes, Maria tied up the bag and continued listening to the lunatic who was still using the microphone.

                “Furthermore, you’ll be hanging your bags on a clothes line next to Cabin #18!” She gestured towards the large wood structure with the big ‘18’ on it through the screen window. She must’ve thought they were idiots or something, considering the cabin in question was right next to the dining hall.

                The teacher continued to drone on and on, causing Maria to drift her attention to a line of ants slowly making their way down the screen door. She wasn’t entirely distracted, however, as she did hear bits and pieces of Ms. Aster’s lecture. Stuff like the camp rules, and how this was an educational trip, and how happy she was that we were using our three day weekend to ‘expand our knowledge of the material.’ She did not mention, however, that our grades were being held hostage in order to make us ‘expand our knowledge of the material.’

                This pure boredom persisted for a good ten minutes until Maria finally heard the buzzword she’d been waiting for.

                “As for cabin assignments, there are 44 students and 23 cabins.” She had finally gotten to the important part. “Each cabin is only large enough to hold two students, I tried to book larger ones, but apparently this park expects you to make reservations six months in advance.” She tried to act cheerful, but was clearly pissed off; her facade obvious to everyone who took her class. “This means that everyone will have to choose a partner to share a cabin with, and no, boy-girl pairings are not allowed.”

                An enormous cry of rebellion was heard throughout the pavilion at this remark. Horny boys and sluty girls shouted in protest as Maria covered her ears, hoping the stupidity would end quickly.

                Are they seriously arguing over this? Did they really think they were going to be able to get away with kinky shit on this SCHOOL camping trip?!

                Luckily, it didn’t take long until the horndogs were silenced as Ms. Aster shut down their mating calls by screaming into the microphone. Maria thought it was a lovely sound compared to the wailing that was going on moments prior.

                “Anyway,” Ms. Aster continued, her voice calming down “you will need to pick your roommate soon; I will need to know the pairings after dinner concludes.” The teacher began to motion for the students to line up for food before stopping to make one more announcement. “Oh, and if any of you try anything ‘funny’, you can expect more than just a failing grade as punishment.”

                That last statement caused a lump to form in Maria’s throat. There was no way anyone could know about her plan, right?

                Maria stood in line to get her food, but her mind was elsewhere, lost in thought over what would happen if she got caught. What did Ms. Aster mean by ‘more than just a failing grade’? Was she going to be expelled? What would her mom do if she found out?

                These less than pleasant thoughts persisted up until Maria had gotten her meal and stepped out of line. Almost immediately afterward, she was brought back to reality as a short ball of pure pinkness began speaking to her.

                “Hey, you should come sit with us.” Amy spoke to her shyly, motioning towards a semi-secluded table where Carla sat isolated from the other students.

                “I…” Maria began. She really didn’t want to sit next to Carla, or Amy, but how else was she going to convince Amy to be her cabinmate? “Sure.” She said finally, trying to fake a smile.

                Placing her bowl of potato soup and glass of milk down, Maria sat across from Amy. She could tell Carla was trying to hide her animosity, but it was obvious from the way she kept glaring at her. The black haired girl scooted closer to her friend, acting as if she was some sort of innocent gazelle that needed protecting.

                Trying to avoid starting anything, Maria looked down into the bowl of watery, brownish liquid in front of her and began to slowly eat. She must have been too quiet, however, as, after a while, Amy and Carla began chatting, acting as if she wasn’t there. This went on for a while, causing Maria to noticeably panic. If things continued this way, dinner would be over before she could ask Amy to bunk with her. She tried to find an opening in the two girls’ conversation, but it never seemed like the right time to pop the question.

                Eventually, Maria decided to just get it over with. She wasn't going to let an opportunity like this pass by.

                “Um, Amy?” Maria questioned, looking up at the brown haired girl; trying to get her attention.

                “Yes?” Amy questioned back, turning her attention from Carla to Maria with a smile.

                “Could we, uh, I mean, if it’s, you know, ok with you...” Maria trailed off, taking a deep breath. “Do you wanna share a cabin with me?”

                After asking the question, the whole room seemed to go quiet. Other people were talking, but it was all white noise to Maria. Amy wasn’t saying a word.

                Why isn’t she saying anything? Did I mess up? Did I come on too strongly? Is she on to me? Maria internally screamed to herself as Amy continued to remain silent.

                “She’s already sharing one with me.” Carla finally intervened. “We planned it out together over the weekend.”

                “S-sorry.” Amy silently chirped, moving her eyes away from Maria.

                Of course. Maria looked down; a pathetic grin on her face. I should have seen this coming. What exactly did I expect? Amy’s the type to stick to her own kind. She’s manipulative. Of course she would want to stay with someone who immediately fell for her little cutesy trap. Why would she want to take a risk on someone who could potentiality see through her facade? What was I thinking? The world hates me, so why did I think it would let me be happy? Why did I think it would let me finally let me get revenge on the monsters that haunt my life?

                “Are you ok?” Maria thought she heard Amy ask, but didn’t bother responding.

                What was the point?

                “I-if you don’t have anyone else who wants to stay with you, I-I guess I could change plans…”

                What?

                “Amy! What are you saying?” Carla took the words right out of Maria’s mouth. “Me and you agreed we were going to bunk together. Do you not want to anymore? If that’s the case, why her? Out of everyone here, you’re ditching me for this, this edgy bitch?” Carla motioned toward Maria with what appeared to be a mix of confusion and anger.

                “Carla…” Amy took the distraught girl’s hands, entangling their fingers together. “Ever since I moved here, you have done your best to make sure that I’ve been happy. You did little things, like help me take notes in class, or escort me to the school nurse. You’ve hung out with me in and out of school, and you’ve cheered me up when I’ve been upset. I’ve been here for a week, and I couldn’t ask for a better friend.”

                “Then why?” Carla desperately asked. Amy gripped her hands tighter.

                “Because you’re so nice.” Amy looked her friend in the eyes. “You’re an amazing person who has more friends than she can count. I wanted to share a cabin with you because I was too afraid to ask someone I didn’t know. When the teacher announced this trip, I was terrified I would end up sleeping with someone who didn’t like me. I wouldn’t wish that feeling on anybody, and I know that if you bunk with someone other than me, you won’t have to worry about going through that. Everybody loves you. They would be happy to share a cabin with someone so sweet and caring.”

                “Why her, though?” Carla looked as if she as if she were about to cry. “Why her out of everybody here?”

                Amy frowned sheepishly. “She’s not like you, Carla. She may come off rude and brash, but she’s actually really, really nice. By the way other people act around her, though, it's obvious that they don’t feel the same way. Right now, she’s going through what I did in the classroom. She’s afraid of being hated and rejected, and unlike you, she most likely will be. I don’t want her to go through that rejection, so that’s why I’m going to partners with her.”

                Maria was silent. There was nothing she could say after that. No words could express how she was feeling, because she didn’t know what she was feeling. The only clue given to her were the streams of silent tears that flowed from her eyes as she stared at Amy. Was she happy that her plan had been miraculously salvaged? Was she upset that Amy had implied they were alike? She just didn’t know and continued to be silent until the end of dinner was announced.

                “Come on, Maria.” Amy said, trying to sound enthusiastic as she stood up. “Let’s go wash our dishes and sign up for a cabin.”

                “Ok.” Maria wiped the tears from her eyes.

                The whole thing went by incredibly quickly. After cleaning their dirty dishes and hanging their bags on the clothesline, Maria and Amy signed up as cabinmates and were assigned to Cabin #15. Ms. Aster gave them a questionable look, but other than that, there were no signs that she was aware of Maria’s plan. After everyone had signed up, their bags were delivered to their assigned cabins.

                After everyone had chosen their partners, the students were allowed to relax and chat in their cabins; changing into their night clothes during that time. Amy and Maria, however, were nearly silent as they made up their beds and waited for the large crowd of people at the bathroom to disperse. The smaller girl tried once or twice to start a conversation, but it was clear that she wasn’t as comfortable as she let on.

                After a few grueling minutes of silence, Maria decided that the line to the bathrooms had gotten small enough to join. Grabbing her bag, she made her way out the cabin’s door; Amy quickly followed.

                Upon reaching the now small group of people, Maria took note that only her and Amy had brought their entire bags. Everyone else just had pajamas. It was an awkward situation, to say the least.

                As soon as Maria got the chance, she ran into an empty stall and quickly shut the door. She opened up her bag and took her night clothes out, trying not to think how awkward she felt. As she began to change clothes, however, she froze. One of the worst possible things that could happen on the trip became a reality.

                Her underwear was bloody. She had started her period.

                “Why now…” Maria couldn’t help but softly worry allowed. “Why today…”

                She didn’t bring any pads with her, so it was only a matter of time before everyone knew. Her mind raced as she thought about what to do. She could stuff toilet paper in her underwear, but that wouldn’t last long. The only other solution would be to…

                Oh god. The thought of it made her sick. If Amy found out she was wearing… Game over. She could never show her face in public again.

                Maria weighed her options, but there were really no options to weigh. She knew what she had to do, no matter how disgusting it was.

                Taking a deep breath, Maria opened her bag and pulled out a Goodnite. She slid her panties down, closed her eyes, and slid the padded garment up her waist. Afterward, she just sat on the toilet, looking down.

                These were supposed to be for Amy…

                Maria didn’t have long to sulk, however, as a loud knock on the door startled her out of her daze.

                “Maria,” Amy’s voice sounded concerned “are you ok in there?”

                Nearly having a heart attack, Maria pulled her pajama pants up, changed into her night shirt, and stuffed her old clothes into her bag in one swift movement. She then slammed the door open, nearly hitting Amy in the process.

                “Yes. I am fine.” Maria knew how fake she must have sounded, but she was hoping Amy wouldn’t try to pry.

                “Are you sure?” The imposing girl continued. “Why did you sa-” She paused, turning her head towards the ground; her cheeks red.

                Why did I say what?! Maria began to panic. Why is she blushing? Does she know? How would she know?

                Maria looked down at her waist, it wasn’t super puffy or anything like that. She had to be overreacting, right? There was definitely no way Amy could know she was wearing a pull-up, and even if she did, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. I mean, she didn’t seem completely evil after all. The situation was still really uncomfortable though, and Maria thought desperately of ways to change the subject up until the two of them entered their cabin.

                “I like your pajamas.” Maria said finally, after contemplating for a while on her bed. “They’re very...pink.”

                That was honestly the best way to describe what Amy was wearing. She dawned a light pink pajama shirt with some sort of pink, cartoon horse on the front of it. Her pants were also pink, but unlike her shirt, they were covered with prints of blue and yellow balloons. They looked very childish, but in a cute way.

                “Oh, thanks.” Amy seemed to relax a bit. “Are you an MLP fan too?”

                “Uh…” Maria had no idea what the meant “Metallica, Led Zeppelin, Pantera?”

                Amy stared at Maria for a minute before erupting into a laughing fit. From this reaction, it was quite evident that Maria had totally missed the mark. Though, she, unlike Amy apparently, didn’t find the situation humorous. In fact, the childish girl’s laughter only served to deepen Maria’s hatred towards her. Any doubts Maria had about misjudging Amy completely disappeared. She was a rotten, evil, manipulative bitch. Maria couldn’t believe she had almost fallen for her ‘too innocent for this world’ act.

                “What’s so funny?” Maria asked the still laughing girl, animosity in her voice.

                “Oh. Sorry. Sorry.” Amy tried to calm herself down with little success. “It’s just that heavy metal is the furthest thing away from My Little Pony imaginable.”

                Oh. It’s about the horse thing. Maria rolled her eyes. So I was completely wrong, ok fine. That still doesn’t give that whore the right to rub it in my face.

                “You should watch it sometime, you’d like it.” Amy finally started winding down. “It’s a really feel good show.”

                “Yeah, sure.” Maria honestly couldn’t care less. “Don’t you think it's about time to hit the hay?”

                “Oh, sure.” Amy sounded a bit worried. “I hope I didn’t offend you in any way. If I did, I honestly didn’t mean to.”

                Sure you didn’t.

                “No, it’s ok,” Maria lied “I’m just tired.”

                “That...makes sense.” Amy said, still sounding worried.

                Maria didn’t say anything back, and a few moments later, Amy turned off the lights. The room suddenly turned pitch black, so much so that Maria could barely see her own hand in front of her face.

                Maria waited a long time for Amy to fall asleep. She didn’t want to risk getting noticed. Thankfully, Amy didn’t seem to be a night owl; she wasn’t using her phone under the covers or anything, so she was probably trying to actually sleep.

                After at least an hour, Maria heard the sound of light snoring. This was a sign that luck was on her side, as she didn’t have to guess when Amy was asleep like originally planned. The time to enact her revenge had finally come.

                Carefully, Maria opened up her bag and pulled out her phone as quietly as she could. Making sure the brightness was on a low setting, she used the faint light to guide her to the door. Slowly opening it, Maria began to step outside. Forgetting to take into account the small flight of wooden stairs leading up to the door, however, she tripped, and fell harshly to the ground.

                Motherfu-

                Maria held in a loud scream as she proceeded to get back up. So much for luck being on her side. This is the second time she hurt her leg this week.

                Limping in the darkness, Maria used her phone to guide her towards the clothesline where the bags containing plastic dishes hanged. She didn’t think it would matter too much, but Maria still didn’t want to use her own bowl, just in case. Instead, she grabbed one from a bag on the opposite side.

                After getting a bowl to hold the water, it was time to actually get the water itself. Maria wished the bathroom didn’t have to be so far away from her cabin, especially given that every time she moved her right leg, it felt like it was being pierced by a million needles.

                The painful track across the campsite wasn’t too hard, though. The light in the bathroom was always on, so Maria didn’t have to rely on the dim light from her phone to find it. The hot water was also still working, so filling the bowl also wasn’t a problem. What was a problem, however, was getting back to her cabin without spilling the water.

                Unlike the bathroom, the light in the cabin wasn’t on. Not to mention that since Maria’s pajama pants didn’t have pockets, she also had to worry about not dropping her phone, or getting it wet.

                Using only the very faint light from the stars, Maria made her way back to her cabin slowly. On multiple occasions, she thought she heard movement in the bushes by the campsite. She had to remind herself that it was probably only a lizard on multiple occasions in order not to freak out.

                Eventually, however, Maria did find her way to the cabin. Carefully walking up the stairs, she entered through the screen door. She began making her way to her bed to put her phone away, only to be startled by a loud crash, causing her to spill some of the water on the floor. Looking back, Maria realized she forgot to slow the impact of the door before it closed. Beginning to panic a little, Maria quickly placed her phone and bowl of water down and went to check on Amy. Thankfully, she was still snoring.

                Sighing in relief, Maria tossed her phone back into her bag and picked up the bowl of water. She was careful to not wake the sleeping girl up while peeling the comforter on her bed away; revealing her pajamas. Maria then slowly moved Amy’s hand towards the bowl of hot water, waiting for a wet spot to appear near her waist (she had to lean in close to see in the darkness). After a few moments, however, Amy’s sheets failed to become damp, causing Maria to freak out once again.

                Did I do something wrong? Why isn’t she peeing herself? It’s only supposed to take a few seconds!

                Maria continued to panic until she saw a small stain forming near the front of Amy’s pajama bottoms. It had taken longer than anticipated, but the snoring girl finally started wetting the bed. The wet spot continued to grow until there was a decent sized stain on the bed sheets. She didn’t know why it took so long, but Maria was more than pleased with the results.

                She dumped the remaining water outside, put the bowl back in its bag, and pulled Amy’s sheets back over her to hide the evidence of her crimes. Lying back in her bed after completing the job, Maria began to smile at the thought of what tomorrow was going to bring. She closed her eyes and started drifting to sleep, satisfied with the work she had done that night.

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