Camp Clean Up

Prologue

Hey, I'm Riley. I have been noticing my parent's having suspicious behavior lately, but have been ignoring it. I've been ignoring the little voice inside my head. And let me tell you something, that little voice was....

right.

My parent's explained to me that they think the reason I get hated on, and tripped is because I think I'm better than everybody else, not being jealousy. Those idiot's don't know what they're saying! Anyway, those idiot's are sending me to a stupid camp on a stupid foresty campground with a hot pink stupid, but cute, tent. Its called Camp Clean Up, whateves! Sounds like a janitor camp! Ha ha ha! I get packed and they kiss me goodbye after they drive me to a forest filled with oodle's of cabin's made out of logs.

"How long is this again?" I ask, turning around to them as they take my suticases, purses, and bags out of the tiny trunk.

"Uh....about two months." My Dad says, a smile at my face, and wiggling his eyebrow's at Mom.

"Eww, Dad!" I yell, slapping him hard on the arm.

"No! Eww! Honey! We ment we can go out on dates now without any distractions. Have a good time." Mom says. I let the words 'Two Month' echo in my mind,

"Two months?!" I yell.

"YES, HAVE FUN, MUAH HONEY!" Mom yells, driving off at high speed pursiute. I roll my eyes, and walk in. The main room has a red floral rug, a small brick fireplace thats on, a flat screen, and some laptops. The lady comes out, sitting me down next to some tall guy, who is also sitting by a blonde girl and geeky looking brown haired guy.

"Introduce yourselves, people on the couch." a tall brunette lady says, her hair slicked back with lots of gel in a ponytail. I stand up first.

"I'm Riley Matthews, and I hear my problem is that I think that I'm better than everybody else but I don't see it, I think I'm so ni-- OMG! I have the same shirt fire haired girl, but mine's actually pretty." I say, whipping my hair, then sitting down when I see the lady's dissapointed face, and the red haired girl's hurt face, not that I care about the girl.

"I'm Maya, and I get in physical fights everyday. See this, the leftovers of a black eye, and this is a sick scar I got hurting a guy who was so big and hurled in the end!" the girl said, everyone gagged and begged for her to stop, and Maya sat down sadly and embarassed.

"I'm Farkle Minkus, and I'm a bully since I know my IQ or intelligence quotation is higher than the normal acedemic human being." Farkle says, confidently, putting his head up high. The teacher covers her eyes.

"And for last, I'm Lucas Friar. I am a student from Texas and I threaten to kill many people if they get in my way, and I don't care!" Lucas said, putting his fists together, as everyone backs up but me.

"Yeah, yeah, Muscles, sit down." I say, rolling my eyes, and doing something with my hands. Lucas glares at me, and heads for me, but stops when he realize's an adult it around, but I'm not scared, I don't even flinch!

"This is Camp Clean Up. All of you camper's were forced here because you need to CLEAN UP your act! Some of you have gotten into a physical fight like Maya, some of you guys have bullied people, Farkle, some of you guys have threatened to kill someone, Lucas, and worst of all...some of you guys think you're better than everybody else, like Riley." the lady says. I raise my hand to ask a question.

"Yes, Riley?" the lady calls on me. I put my hand down, and then set it in my lap.

"What the heck is your name?!" I ask, annoyned. I wanted that to come out for so long!

"Oh...its Ms. Mitchell." the lady answers, holding back tears. "I was married, but the guy was a butt.".

"Tmi." I mumble, and then grab a nail file to file my nails.

"Hey." Lucas says to me, glaring.

"Why are you talking to me, exactly?" I ask, trying my best not to seem snobbish.

"Oh sorry, I fogot you were the condesending on, Princess." Lucas mumbled, turning around as my jaw dropped at what he said.