Lacey loves camp. Actually, that is an understatement, there isn't a word to describe how much she cares for it. Summer camp is her escape, it unexpectedly lead her through the deepest sorrow of her life: the loss of her mother. After years of using...
I groaned and shoved my face into my pillow, annoyed by my dad's favorite wake up call.
"Come on, Peanut. You got to get ready or you'll be late," he said as he walked into my room and pulled off my covers.
"No!" I groaned rubbing my eyes as they slowly adjusted to the sunlight pouring in through my window.
"I'm serious, Peanut. I know you hate getting up but being late is just as annoying. Plus, I made your favorite breakfast!" He called over his shoulder as he headed back downstairs.
I sat up quickly. "Why didn't you just start with that?"
I would probably do almost anything for food. Its my favorite thing in the world. No, camp is... then food, definitely.
As I rolled out of bed, I realized today was the first day of camp. After a quick happy dance, I skipped to my bathroom and turned on the shower.
About fifteen minutes later I stepped out and changed into my favorite pair of jean shorts and a cute t-shirt.
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Pulling off my shower cap, I frowned at my hair spilling out. It was a black wavy tangle of knots that reached down to by my waist. Don't get me wrong, I love my long hair but it was so much. I combed through it for about five minutes before giving up.
After running out of the bathroom I snatched my favorite pillow pet, an adorable light green frog with pink cheeks and huge eyes. Don't judge, I can't go anywhere overnight without Leonardo Di-Croak-io.
"Mornin' Punkin!" My Papaw greeted when I reached the kitchen. He was my mom's dad from Arkansas and he moved in with me and my dad after Mom died ten years ago.
"Morning Papaw!" I said, giving him a huge hug. After a moment, I let go and snatched one of the giant cinnamon rolls, my absolute favorite.
Just then, dad walked in. "I loaded all your things into the back of the Chevy," he said with a wink. Of course, he loaded them into his truck, he never lets me drive myself to camp.
"Okay Dad you can take me to camp, but no flirting with Miss Betsy please, it's so weird," I warned as sternly as possible.
Papaw choked on his coffee. "She's on to you!"
Dad just looked at me mischievously. "Fine, I won't "flirt" with Miss Betsy."
I squinted my eyes at him. "You better not." Dad laughed and took my frog out of my arms.
"Don't you worry Peanut. Alright, I'm going to put Mr. Di-croak-io in the back. You grab some more cinnamon rolls and let's head out."
After saying goodbye to Papaw and filling an extra Tupperware bowl with cinnamon rolls, me and dad were on the road.
