Dear Curtis Jobling,
At school, I am known as the quiet and shy girl, but when surrounded by my swim team, I am loud and always talking to someone. At my home, I am usually reclusive, but at Camp Hantesa, I always want to be involved in something. My mom is trying to get me to be more lady-like while I don’t care what gender I act like. With all these different facades, I am trying to find out who 1 really am, kind of like Drew in the Wereworld series. I am on a journey.
I have successfully claimed the position of the school book nerd. During the school day is when I usually keep to myself, not socializing with anyone. After school, at swimming, it is like an enchantment is lifted. I am all smiles, and I am saying "hi" to someone I know. It didn’t start out that way. I am trying to adapt to the world of being included at my school and swimming, kind of like Drew tries to adapt to being a werelord and the rightful king of Lyssia. It all started for me when a teenage girl did something I thought no one would do: she bought me something, and with that, she invited me to the family of swimmers. I’m not saying that she is the Rat King, Vanmorten, but more like Master Hogan, for she held me captive, like Master Hogan held Drew captive, in an aspect of swimming I never thought existed-friendship. I’ll never be able to thank her enough for what she has done for me. As for school, I just changed groups of people, to people I could talk with. To be honest it is a bit hard to talk with those people.
There is also a place that is like Master Hogan in some ways. I am there usually for one one week in the summer for the past eight years, and for the past two years, a day and night in the winter. This place has captured my heart. This place is called Camp Hantesa. Camp Hantesa appreciates everyone’s differences and helps campers become a better them by including them in everything that they do there. By bringing out different parts of you during different activities, by helping you feel like you belong, by being second family. Like Drew held captive under Master Hogan, I was the unwilling prisoner, the unwilling charge for one week in my beginning years, but as I learned the culture, the rituals, the happiness, and the friendship that surrounded this place, I fell in love with it. I wanted to keep this camp alive, for it was dwindling in numbers. I kept going back each year and each year I delve deeper into what it means to be a part of Camp Hantesa, to help it stay alive.
Then there is my mom and me. She tries to get me to be more like a girl than the tomboy I normally am. I don’t know what colors go well together for an outfit; I plain outright do not want to wear dresses or skirts; and I don’t sit right for a lady when I am wearing a skirt or a dress. I feel like my mom is trying to mold me into a perfect young lady like Duke Bergan and the other Werelords try to mold Drew into the position of a good king. I feel like the only way to rebel against this is to refuse her help, but I can’t do that because she is my mother. Like Drew, who doesn’t know what to do with being the rightful king of Lyssia, I don’t know what to do with being lady-like.
At school, I am starting to get included. At home, I am trying to get out of my room.
With my mom, I’m trying to be a little more lady-like with a flair of my own style. With only my friends to guide me, as Drew’s allies and friends help him, I am on a journey. Though Drew’s path is far different from mine, we share a journey where we are learning how to befriend people, to stand up for ourselves, and truly be ourselves. Duke Bergan says to Drew, “You are the last of the Werewolves, Drew. Don’t fight it, son; embrace it. Conquer it. It may be the only thing that keeps you alive.” To me it says, “You are you. No one can change it. BE yourself. It might be the only thing that will keep you alive.” I can only hope I can find peace with what I end up with.