Chapter 4

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Sage
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Cheers erupt around me as kids jump and run for the door.

Usually I ride the bus, but today my mom is picking me up. Outside, my crush was talking to a group of guys.

Nathan Collins is a football, basketball, track, and baseball star. He is tall, blonde, with dark eyes. So obviously...

He hates me.

I mean, why would any popular guy that could get any girl in the school chose me?

I sigh and avert my eyes. My mom's car still wasn't here yet so I have quite the wait.

Pretty soon it is just me, Nathan, and some weird kid in the corner. Nathan walks toward me... Not that I was paying attention... He nudges my shoulder and when I turn to look at him he has on the adorable smirk.

"So... What's your summer plan?" He asks.

Stay calm... It's just a question.

"I'm going to camp Peimacee... It's a summer long camp. Really fun." I say trying not to completely embarrass myself.

His eyebrows shot up in surprise. "You've been to camp Peimacee? Your going this year?" He asks.

His reply shocks me and I had to compose myself before answering. "I haven't been there yet... But yea I'm going this year."

"So am I."

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I lay in bed for a good 3 hours before drifting into sleep.

Nathan is going to the same camp as me.

Best. Day. Ever.

I awake the next morning and jump out of bed. It is shopping day.

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After getting ready my mom drops me at the mall with $300.

This is rare, but I had no summer clothes so my mom decided to let me shop for camp.

I walk for hours. Looking at shorts, tank tops, shoes, everything.

Eventually I find 9 pairs of shorts and 8 tank tops and 5 t-shirts. Then I take a cab to boot country.

There I get new boots and 2 flannel shirts.

My mom picks me up and I go home to pack

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After checking my check list 5 times, I finally decide I am good.

I have all the essentials; clothes, shoes, money, bathroom things.

Then I also have pictures and a sketch book, 10 books, (I also liked to read and draw horses) along with a diary.

I have to check 3 times to make sure I have my shandi picture.

Shandi is my amazing horse. She's an ex-racehorse (ottb) mare. I have rode her for 4 years and leased her for 3. Riding is my thing.

Ever sense I was 5 I had been obsessed with the beautiful creatures. Finally, at 6 years old, my mom agreed to let me start riding.

When I was 12 she let me lease shandi, at the time I was having issues with one of my best friends (now ex-best friend) and Shandi was like a life line. Even though she isn't now, she is still the best thing in my life

Now, going all summer without her, is going to be tough. But I agreed to go the whole summer without it to relax a bit.

The next morning I just watch tv and read some books.

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I wake up cheering. I'm going to camp with Nathan Collins.

I get to the bus station that takes me on the 5 hour drive at 7:23, 7 minutes before we are scheduled to leave. I look around.

There were a lot of people. I noticed a blonde with shorts that are tight and stretching their limits, she is also in a crop top.

Then there is another blonde that was obviously a slut. Her black eyebrows and blonde hair prove that she had either died her hair or shaved her eyebrows. Half her ass hangs out of her shorts and unlike the other blonde, whose crop top had been loose fitting and decently long, this chicks crop top is skin tight and hardly covers her boobs.

Then there is the hot, dark haired guy. His abs show though his shirt and my eyes linger on this arm muscles.

There is also a red head. Her shorts are modest and she wore a orange bluegrass festival T-shirt.

Suddenly they arr loading the buses.

I am going to camp.

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A/N
Hey!! This is Gracie, one of the three writers of this book. I'm writing from sages point of view. Jensen will write from Scarlett's pov and shelby from Aspens pov. Since we all also have our own accounts, we will have to continue writing our own books, however hopefully, since there is 3 of us, you guys won't have to wait long for updates. Thanks for reading!

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