Holding Elva’s hand, we followed Bridget around to the side of the mansion. A camera crew followed us, with their cameras trained on Bridget, Elva, and me. I tried to keep my head up high and my grip firm on Elva’s hand.
Constantly having cameras watching was unnerving. It felt like I was constantly under a microscope, so I had to perform to be the best person I could be. Since mistakes weren’t tolerated, I felt like I couldn’t be myself.
As we came around to the side of the mansion, I saw a massive sand sculpture right there on the beach. Bridget ran to it, then threw her arms out, and spun around.
“Elva!” she called. “Look what I made you!”
Elva gasped, then tugged me forward. We rushed toward the sculpture, which I realized as we drew closer, was an elaborate sandcastle.
It was mu
