That Summer At Camp

Chapter 1

School is over. Finally. Next week I will be leaving for band camp. Every year I go to this camp. The camp is open for anyone who plays an instrument. Ever since I started playing the trumpet, I attended this camp. I am one of the most advanced players the counselors have ever seen.
As I walk out of school for the last time this year, I am bombarded my friend, Beth. "Hey Belle!"
I nod at my friend as I fumble with the lock on my bike. "Sup Beth."
I am still struggling with the lock on my bike, "Dammit," I mutter as I drop the key.
Beth sighed, "Do you need help with that?"
"No, I can do it myself," I said indignantly as I picked up the key. I usually try to avoid asking anyone for help.
As I reach to unlock the bike, Beth snatches the key from my hand.
"What the hell, I had that!" I exclaimed.
"Sure you did, and I'm dating Justin Beiber" remarked Beth.
"Ew. Why would you want to date him?"
Beth sighed," I was just trying to make a point."
"I still don't get why you couldn't pick a more appealing celebrity like Peyton Meyer or something."
Beth and I both agreed that Peyton Meyer was our favorite Disney star.
"Whatever, my point is that we both knew it would take you longer with the lock." I rolled my eyes because I knew she was right. It is not like I am bad with locks or anything, its just that my bike lock likes to give everyone trouble.
Beth changed the subject by asking," When are you leaving for camp?"
"Next week," I replied.
"Good, because I am having a sleepover tomorrow and you have to come. I want to hang out before you have to go to camp." Beth said.
"Tomorrow works" I replied "oh! I forgot to tell you, they changed camp rules this year. I am allowed to have my cell phone with me, which means I can text you all summer."
"Yay!" Squealed Beth.
We stood in silence until Beth broke it, "Hey maybe this year you will actually get a boyfriend."
"Ha! Like that will happen, no one cute ever shows up to this thing. With the exception of me of course." I joked.
I knew I was not ugly, but I was not gorgeous like Beth. Beth had wavy blonde hair that she liked to straighten and brown eyes. She was not too short, but not too tall. Of course compared to everyone in our class, she was short. We have a tall class. Compared to everyone in my class I am short. Even though I am often told that I am tall for my age. I have brown, curly hair and brown eyes. I have higher cheek bones most people.
"I don't know, Belle. Maybe some hot jock might secretly be a band geek like you." Beth joked.
We often laugh about our lack of love lives. Both of us have never had a boyfriend. Not that we haven't been asked out, but it was never the right guy who asked us.
"And pigs will fly," I laughed.
"Yea,"
"Hey, I have to get home now so I can start packing. Since I am going to your sleepover, I have to start packing now.
"Ok, bye," we did our goodbye wave, which was putting our hand under our chin and wiggled our fingers while singing the song,"Love Me Like You Do" by Ellie Golding. (For people who do not know me directly, this is an inside joke between my friends and I.) This was one of the many reasons we should not be allowed in public together.

A/N
Hey this is my first story. I still don't know how to do a lot of things on this app. Do not hate my story, if you do not like this story, keep the mean comments to yourself. So please bear with me. Bye.