At The Art Camp

Ciara

"Jake! Stop playing with my drawers!" I yell. Jake is so annoying. "Ciara! Can't you take a joke for once?" Jake yells. "No!" I yell back. "Oh be quiet Ciara, your brother was just having fun." Mom comes and brushes my hair. "Jake, please play with your drawers, not mine." I say. "Ugh, fine." Jake walks to his room, but I stop him. "Jake, before I go, lets hug." I say. He nods. We hug. Now I let him go to his room. I love Jake, but he is handful. Soon, I'll have to babysit him. No. I can't.

"Ciara, we'll miss you-" Dad starts saying, but I interrupt him. "Oh Dad, please don't give me the speech." I say. "But I'll miss you too." "Ok Ciara, we won't give the speech. But we always love you." Mom says.

I feel like I'm free! I can't believe my parents let me go to this camp-even though I haven't gone yet. I am happy. Super happy. I need to get on the bus. But I'll be early. But I should go. "Mom, I'm ready to go now." I say. "Okay then." Mom answers. We head to the car. I sit in my seat. We head to the recreation centre. I wait for the bus.

Finally the bus is here. "Mr. Busman? Can I sit in the passengers seat? I get pretty carsick." I ask. "Sure. And the name is Mr. Roberts, not Mr. Busman." Mr. Roberts answers. "Ok." I say. I get my AirPods and listen to some Ava Max. My fave is "Salt". It's the best.

I use my painting app to paint while listening to music. I start singing lyrics. Mr. Roberts looks at me like I'm crazy. "Excuse me, Miss?" Mr. Roberts asks me. "The name is Ciara. Oh and sorry." I answer. I stop singing.

I'm super excited to do this. I don't know how the camp works, but I'm excited. I'm still on the bus, though. I just like to guess.

I'm about to get off this bus now. I know I always say this, but I'm super excited.