Ada was a born artist, and all of the wonders she had seen in St. Louis had prompted her to take up her paints and canvasses again. It didn’t matter... that her subject matter was the relatively mundane landscapes around Slater. The ornateness she had seen at the World’s Fair had given Ada a good eye for the simple strength of the landscape around her and, more important, the ability to reveal that simplicity and strength in art. But Ada’s world was destined to challenge and surprise her and deny. Everyone thoughtthat she was a new student, and a cute one at that. Then she noticedsomeone at the old Goth table. It was Angela Smith, a girl the oldRachael had occasionally sat with. There seemed to be a small cloud overher head, and as she recognized Rachael, the cloud seemed to grow largerand darker."Come on Rachael," Mikki said, tugging her arm."No. I have something to do. You guys go on, and don't forget to visitthe grade sevens." She headed towards Angela, who seemed to become moreand. Evry night i would wait for my bus and make a 50 min ride before getting home, then every morning mom would drop me back or sometime id take the bus againhis name was Josephhe had a nephew of 13 he drop and pick up evrydayafter someweek of the camp start he saw me at the bus stop one morning and thats how i endup getting lift by himhe was a cool black dad working up north and giving lift to his nephew, so he didnt mind driving me toothe young boy was cool and had many friends at the campbut one. Looking into the his eyes, she whispered, ‘Please- please-‘ It was the only word she could manage to say. ‘Tsk, tsk. Hardly becoming of a lady to be begging for a cock like a whore.’ ‘Whore,’ she echoed him, ‘please, let your whore taste you again – please!’ ‘Why should I?’ Whimpering, her eyes reverted back to staring at the hypnotic bobbing of his flesh, so close, but too far for comfort. Smiling, he gestured toward her with one hand as he held her back with the other. ‘But you’re fully.