by delani » Tue Jul 01, 2014 2:27 pm
{my internet is really slow right now, sorry x.x'}
Chase
Chase scrunched up his nose, trying to remember. "A year and four, maybe five months. Not too long." He remembered being pretty much being dragged to camp, and gave a small frown. "I was never attacked. Nothing ever happened. I was completely fine, which made the satyrs hidden within my life really anxious. They were worried that something was wrong, that it was really bad that nothing had happened." He paused, thinking back to his time right before being brought to camp. "They wanted to bring me sooner, but my mom refused. Said that I was fine with her until something happened. Finally, everyone just got too fed up with each other, patience wearing thin on both sides. There was a big argument, and the satyrs took me to camp. I used to talk to my mom daily, taking trips out every weekend, but she stopped coming after a while. She told me that I was better off at camp, and that her career was getting hectic again and she didn't have enough time to meet with me." He shrugged. "Life as a pro surfer is hectic, so it wasn't hard to hear. It didn't bother me then, and I don't really have a problem with it now. We were never close, so we don't really have any real connection to each other."