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Why Couldn't My Nan's Middle Name Have Been Something Like Anna

Why Couldn't My Nan's Middle Name Have Been Something Like Anna

I wish my life was like a musical.

Then getting out of bed and getting ready would be easy as pie, plus it would have some funky background music playing, and that's always a bonus.

But unfortunately, it's not.

As soon as my alarm clock went off, I groaned and reached my hand out of my cuccoon of blankets, and started slapping it down on the mattress next to my head, in hopes to hit my phone.

I soon managed to silence the blasted thing and sighed in content, before cuddling up even more to my stuffed dog.

Yes, I am a 16 year old girl who still sleeps with her stuffed dog, who's name is DeeDee, queue the laughter.

After a couple more minutes of laying in blissful silence, it's like my mind suddenly turned on.

"I'M GOING TO CAMP!" I screamed as I lifted the covers over me and jumped out of bed at an impressible speed, I even surprised myself.

Every Summer, for 3 weeks, I would be sent to a Summer camp, while my parents would go on holiday together. It first started when I was about 10, and I didn't like the idea that I would be sent to camp, while my parents got to go to Barbados. I mean, in my mind they could just take me with them, but as I started to grow older, I realized that I waited for these blissfull 3 weeks, to get away from my family.

I mean I love them, but sometimes, it gets exhausting being around them.

At first, my sister would go with them on holiday, as she was too young to go to camp, but once she was old enough, mum decided that she should start going to my camp. I was pissed, to say the least. I was 13 by then and I did not want a little 10 year old to walk around with me and my friends during 3 whole weeks, so I managed to convince mum to make her go to a different camp, as her going to my one, would defeat the purpose of getting away from each other for a little while.

I opened the curtains so the sunlight would illuminate my bedroom and started rummaging through my drawers, trying to find something to wear for the trip, as I had already stuffed almost everything I owned into my suitcase.

After I settled on a pair of baby pink shorts that I hadn't used in about 5 years, but still fit, and a white tank top, I proceeded to brush my teeth and brushed my shoulder length, layered dirty blonde hair and applied some mascara to my multi-coloured eyes.

The first thing that people usually notice about me when they see me is the fact that my eyes aren't the same colour. My left one is pale green and fading to hazel as it gets closer to the iris, while my other one is hazel fading to pale green. Even though science say's that it has to do with the pigmentation of your eyes or some crap, i prefer my parent's story, of how I was a greedy bitch at birth and wanted both colours in both eyes.

I finished getting ready and made my way out of my room and into the kitchen, where the smell of bacon suddenly engulfed me. I chuckled as I saw my dad facing the stove, with a "kiss the cook" pink apron on. 

"Good morning sunshine!" He smiled as soon as he noticed me.

"Morning dad!" I smiled, before pinching a slice of bacon off the plate and eating it with my hands.

"Michael, that is not lady like." My mum spoke from the table, where she sat, sipping a cup of what I guessed to be coffee and paying attention to something on her IPad.

"Neither is my name..." I muttered under my breath.

There you have it guys. Beside me being a little weirdo with different coloured eyes, I also have the pleasure of being graced with a boys name.

"It's been 16 years Michael, when are you going to let go of that. Your great grandmother's middle name was Michael, so your name is Michael." She said with a fed up look on her face.

"You could at least call me Mikey, I much prefer that." I said before washing my hands on the sink, as I finished the slice of bacon. "It could trick people into thinking my name is actually Michaela or something."

"Come on, there's no point in arguing kiddo." Dad nudged me and handed me a plate with bacon and pancakes, which I gratefully took before sitting down at the table and starting to eat it.

I guess you could say that the "fun parent" in our family is dad. He's always up for doing stupid things and calls himself a "cool dad".

On the other hand, my mum is always busy with work and when she's not, she still doesn't know how to just chill. I can't blame her though. Her mother, my grandma, brought her up telling her to hide her emotions and focus on being successful. So when talking to her, most of the time was like talking to an emotionless robot, but sometimes, just a few of them, she'd show a bit of emotion.

"So, your father is going to be driving you to Camp this year, I won't be able to do so as I have a meeting this morning." She said as she stood up, walked towards me and handed me an envelope. "Here is some money. Please make sure you have enough in case an emergency happens."

I nodded as I washed a piece of bacon down with orange juice.

"Have fun." She said before kissing my forehead and walking out the kitchen door. A few minutes later the car was heard driving away from the house.

"She does know that I have a debit card with money in right?" I ask dad as I open the envelope and pull out a stack of 20 pound notes.

"I tried to tell her, but you know what she's like..." Dad laughed and I placed the money in my purse. "You ready then?"

"Yeah, let me just grab my phone." I said after placing my plate in the washing machine.

I ran up the stairs and grabbed my phone, plus the charger and walked back downstairs, just to see that dad had already taken my suitcase out and into the car.

I shouted a quick bye to Amelie, my sister, who just grunted in response as she was most likely still asleep, while putting my while converse on and walking out.

"You ready kiddo?" Dad asked as he pulled out of the driveway.

"Yeah." I said as I took my converse off and popped my feet up on the dashboard of the car.

"If your mum saw you now she'd have a heart attack." He laughed.

"We have a 7 hour journey ahead of us. Excuse me for making myself comfortable." I chuckled.

"I have to drive for 14 hours!" He pointed out and I shook my head.

"I told you that I would be perfectly fine with getting the bus."

"But I don't want you to get the bus all the way to France. I want to make sure that you get there safely."

Another thing I forgot to mention, the camp is in France. It's an English one, but it is situated in the north of France because the weather is nicer.

"Okay, okay." I sighed in defeat.