Just go Left

Chapter 1

Last day of school was yesterday. First day of summer break is today. Woo hoo. Yay. I'm so excited... Just kidding. Yeah, I'm not exactly thrilled for summer break. Why? Because I have to work. At a camp. With 200 kids I have to watch over. But hey, I'm not complaining. I love kids, however, waking up at 6 every morning is a pain of a butt.

I got up, not even having the alarm to wake me up because I'm used to waking up at 6 since school and all. Today is the day. I have to travel far away from home since that's where the camping site is at. This is going to be hard. Not for me, but for dad.

I walk towards the bathroom, opening the door with a light kick as I get ready for the day.

I brushed, I showered, I dried, I changed, you got the point.

After applying the last bit of makeup, I put them all in my makeup bag and tossed it in my luggage. I made sure that I have all I need:

Phone, check

Earphones, check.

Toothbrush, double check.

I grabbed all of my stuff, heading towards my door. I glanced at my room. I moped, "See you in 3 months." I turned off the lights, closing the door behind me.

I walked downstairs as I smell a sweet scent which made me practically sprint all the way down. I settled my stuff down on the floor as I headed to the kitchen.

I smiled warmly. "Morning dad."

My dad immediately put his newspaper down on the table as he got up from the chair. "Morning honey!" He greeted me back cheerfully as he walked towards me and kiss me on the forehead. "Come have some breakfast." He insisted, pushing me lightly to the dining table.

I sat down, amazed at how much food that are displayed. I watched him grab a plate from the cabinet as he placed it down in front of me. "Dad, since when did you cook?" I questioned because he has never cook in his life. I usually do all the cooking.

He shrugged his shoulder as he sits next to me. "What? Is it weird for a father to cook something edible for his daughter to eat?" He furrowed his brow at me.

I chuckled, taking a bite of a hash brown. "No, not at all. I'm just glad that you prepared this meal for me." I said, looking at the food he prepared, made me think that he worked extra hard.

"Ino don't mention it." He responded, ruffling my hair. "It's a special occasion after all." I heard his voice crack.

"Dad I'm not leaving for college, I'm just working." I glanced back at him as I saw his eyes getting a little bit teary.

I frowned. He truly is going to miss me. As a matter of fact, my dad is my best friend. He was definitely against of me even working at a camp, however simultaneously, he reasonably understood. He knows this is important to me, and since I'm going to college soon, I will need to save soon.

I looked back at him, his face clearing up as he graciously beamed at me.

I glanced at the clock as it read 8:40am. My eyes widen as I suddenly got up from my chair and hurriedly grabbed my things on the floor.

My dad startled at me, eyeing my every hyperactive moves.

"I'm gonna be late! The orientation starts at 10:30!" I panicked, grabbing my keys off the counter as I rushed outside. I unlocked the car, opening the trunk. I placed my bags in as I waited for my dad to bring more of my stuff in.

He finally brought them as he puts them in and then closing the trunk.

I rushed to open the driver's door, settling in my car seat as I buckled my seat belt. I started the car and adjusted my mirrors.