Samara O'Shea

Summer Camp Letter

Ah, young love. It lives innocent and perfect in one’s mind forever. I toyed with the idea of having this letter in the book, but I couldn’t find a comfortable spot for it. So here it lives. Before you read I must clarify one thing, the bruises on his “rear” came from water skiing.

Summer Camp Letter


Dear Samara,

What’s up? How are you doing? [I’m doing pretty good. My rear is finally beginning to feel better/ swelling disappearing/ bruises vanishing. Other than that I’m physically fine.] Right now I’m at my grandfather’s house. The trip here was extremely uneventful. Wasn’t it weird that we followed your bus for over an hour and half? I wanted to go in your bus so bad (can you guess why?)

Thanks for the note you gave me. It meant/means a lot to me. Saranac was definitely the best week of my life. Just so you know, I don’t go out and meet every girl I see. I look for something special in people, something I saw inside of you. Don’t ever let someone like you for your outside appearance (even thought it’s hard not to!), because you’re even better on the inside. You don’t need to worry. I’ll never forget about you! You mean way too much to me. I’m going to get my pictures developed today. If I get them back before I mail this, I’ll send you some. I want a copy of that slide though! It was incredible (just like you!)

When I finally met my parents at the hotel, I slept and slept and. . .and then my sister woke me up. What a drag. Oh well. My parents gave me my mail from the past week. I don’t know if I told you, but I’m applying to West Point (the United States Military Academy). To get in, you need to have a nomination from a congressman, the V-Pres. Or the Pres. The Pres. only can give out 100 in the country and I got one of them! I am so psyched!

I got to get going. Talk to you soon. Miss you like crazy. Take it easy.