"When you guys are done making
out, let's take a look at this huh?"
⚠️ I DO NOT OWN FEAR STREET, I
ONLY OWN MY OC , HEATHER ⚠️
-I wrote this a year or two ago, my writing is a little better now, so excuse if there's any mistakes
FEAR STREET PART 2...
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I stretch my legs coming off the bus to Camp Nightwing, where me and my best friend Ziggy would be staying.
Everyone around me smelt like sweat and odor, I don't think anybody here wears deodorant.
"If I had been on that bus for one more second, I would've probably died from the smell." Ziggy over exaggerated, and a laugh came from me.
"Right." I say, wiping the sweat of my head. The bright sun was shining onto my face, and yellow shimmered over my eyes.
We walk over to where everyone was crowded at, trying to get our cabin number.
"Hey, what's your name?" A tall, brown haired boy asked me. He looked only a year above me, but I guess he was a counselor because of the pin on his shirt.
"Heather." I smile, "Last name?" The boy looks up and then back down at his notepad.
"Hart. H-A-"
"I know how to spell it."
The nastiest look came onto my face, as he laughed and apologized. "Sorry. Not in the best mood. Name is Nick. Nick Goode." He puts his hand out for me to shake, I shake it.
"Your cabin number is.. five. You share it with, uh, Ziggy Berman?" He looked up at me and then at Ziggy, we had requested the same cabin.
"Yeah, that's Ziggy." I bumped the ginger next to me, and he nodded. "Want me to show you guys the way?" He asked.
"Don't you have to go talk to other kids? Leave us alone." Ziggy scoffed, grabbed my hand, and pulled us away. I laugh at her aggressive manner.
We both walk around till we find our cabin number and unpack.
"This place is a shithole." Ziggy complains and sits on a bunk.
"Don't be dramatic."
—
It had been about a week since camp started, it wasn't so bad. The people sucked, but the place was pretty chill. Sunnyvale kids were assholes and kept picking on me most of the time.
I was practicing my archery until someone's grip on my shoulder made me jump.
"Hey." Ziggy says to me, surprising me.
"Jesus!" I yell. "You scared me- what the hell happened to your arm?"
"Sheila happened." Ziggy mumbles, but loud enough for me to hear. "God, I hate that bitch."
