Part 1

Daddy’s such an asshole Bette thought to herself, he can’t do this I’m practically a grown up. A sixteen year old Bette pouted around her room as she angrily packed her navy blue duffle bag.

Bette: (putting on her best puppy-dog face) “But daddy… I don’t want to go…I’ll be the only kid spending the summer a lame arts camp…I’m 16 for god’s sake…this could hurt my reputation, and hinder me from making vital social connections.”

Melvin: (smiling at his daughter’s attempt to out wit him) “Nice try sweetheart…but I promised your mom that I keep you involved in the arts….it’ll be good for you…and there are some really prestigious instructors there….maybe you’ll learn something.”

Ending the conversation he went to load up the car with Bette’s belongings. She wouldn’t weasel her way out of this one. He hated seeing his little girl upset but he was going to keep his promise to Maxine. She would get over it, and he had a feeling that once she got settled she would really enjoy herself. The ride to the camp was a quiet one, Bette deciding that if she couldn’t have her way that she would give her father a healthy dose of the silent treatment. Pulling up to the secluded and over priced summer camp they were both taken by surprise. It was nothing like either of them imagined the brochure didn’t do the place justice. Bette stared out of the passenger window dumbfound, even the landscape was amazing. Getting out of the car mouth agape she took in her surrounding. The main build was enormous, very modern, ‘this architect is amazing’ Bette thought too herself. Walking into the building Bette found herself instantly drawn to the photo’s on the walls. There was a lot of random art in the building from paintings to statues, but the photographs seem to pull Bette in. Starring at a small black in white one of a woman dressed in a tux, in what seemed to be NYC in the 30’s she didn’t realize that her father had walked on without her. Looking around in a panic she called out o him to no avail.

Bette: (becoming anxious) “Daddy! …where did you go…you know I don’t know where to go!”