Dear Buffy,
Summer camp’s been amazing so far. I ran into Connor Stevens, he’s going to camp here too. You remember him right? He was my best friend when I was younger and you had crush on his dad, Angel and by the way that was so gross. I also made some new friends, Tibby and Charlie. Charlie's nice, funny, and she just moved to Sunnydale and Tibby's cool because marches to the beat of her own drummer. She wants to be a director. How cool is that? SHe says when she becomes famous Charlie and I can star in one of her movies. Wouldn't that be awaesome. Anyway, I’m having lots of fun here and it’s been interesting.
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“Dawn, are you coming?” Tibby yelled. She was in the water with the others.
“Yeah!” Dawn yelled back, running over and jumping in the water.
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Charlie, Dawn and Tibby sat in the arts and crafts are molding clay.
Tibby laughed at Charlie’s mangled piece of clay, “What is it?”
“A vase,” Charlie said as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“A vase for what?” Tibby pressed.
“Flowers.”
“Okay,” Tibby said like she didn’t believe her.
“Dawn tell Tibby that I am an artist and she is just too stupid to appreciate my art,” Charlie said.
“Umm….”
“That’s art?” Tibby said.
“I kinda have to agree with Tibby on this one. It looks like a turtle or maybe hybrid turtle-ash try thing,” Dawn said.
“Hey guys,” Connor said, sitting down with them and giving Dawn a kiss.
“Connor what is this?” Charlie said, holding up her piece of ‘art’.
“A turtle?”
Charlie glared at him.
“An ash tray?”
She glared at him some more as Tinny and Dawn suppressed a laugh.
“A turtle shaped ash tray?”
Charlie took the clay and plopped it on Connor’s head, getting up slightly angry.
Tibby and Dawn began laughing.
“What did I say?” Connor asked, confused.
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Tibby moved in closer, quietly videotaping Connor and Dawn making out. The couple broke apart and looked at the camera.
“Tibby!” Connor yelled.
“I’m going to kill you!” Dawn said as they ran after her, trying to get the camera.
“Hey, it’s not my fault, inquiring minds want to know!” Tibby yelled back at them as they chased her.
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Dawn smiled at the events of the past few weeks and then she finished her letter:
I miss you and mom and I love you guys’ lots. Be sure to tell mom that.
XOXO
Dawn
P.S. I borrowed you’re black dress to wear to the dance. Don’t be mad.
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“Dawn, come on. We have to go,” Charlie told her as she put one final coat of lip gloss on.
“Okay, I’m coming. What do you think,” Dawn said, doing a small twirl in the short black strapless dress she had borrowed from Buffy.
“Perfect. How bout me?” Charlie said. She was wearing a white gauzy summer dress.
“Great. Where’s Tibby?”
“In the bathroom,” Charlie replied, walking over and knocking on the door, “Tibby come out!”
“No!”
“Oh come on,” Dawn whined, “Please.”
“No, I look stupid!”
“I’m sure you don’t,” Dawn said, “Please come out.”
“You better come out, Dawn’s making her puppy dog face,” Charlie said.
“Fine but you better not laugh.”
“Promise,” Dawn said.
“Scout’s honor,” Charlie agreed.
“Were you ever a scout?” Dawn whispered to her as Tibby opened the door.
“No but she doesn’t know that.”
“Oh my god, Tibby…” Dawn said.
“You gorgeous,” Charlie said. Tibby was wearing a green halter dress that hit right above her knee.
“Really?” Tibby asked.
“Yeah,” Dawn nodded in agreement.
“Thanks, so what are we waiting for,” Tibby said.
“Beats me,” Charlie chimed in.
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