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My name is Drew and I'm 18 years old. Some say I'm rude and stubborn, others realize I just know what I want and don't let anything get in my way. I don't like One Direction. At all. You'll later find out why. Here is how everything happened.......
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I wake up to the sunlight suddenly streaming through my window. I flutter my eyes open and rub them angrily, trying to get the sleep out.
"Who woke me up!" I yell, but knowing that whoever opened my curtains probably wouldn't want to confess.
I hear someone try to muffle a laugh but failing miserably.
"Mom!" I say with clear annoyance in my ugly, morning voice. I swing my legs over the side of the bed and run two steps before hopping into the doorway of my room, revealing my mom in absolute hysterics.
"Not funny," I mumble walking back into my room to look at the alarm clock; 10:47. I groan at the fact that I actually woke up THIS early on a Sunday.
Wait a minute...
I scream as loud as I possibly can and run to my calendar and mark off the date July 21, crossing of the little square with SUMMER CAMP crammed into it. Today was finally the day I left for my two weeklong summer camp. Make no mistake, I am 18 years old and this camp is all older high schoolers and then the occasional college student, but I promise you that this is the best summer camp imaginable. All we have is free time all day, so it's basically just a tiny town with no rules and the BEST milkshakes!
I ignore my mom's non-stop laughter as I rush into the shower and start to wash my long wavy blonde hair. When I finish, I put the cap on my conditioner bottle and cover my body in the fluffy red towels that I rested on the toilet next to the shower minutes before. I quickly dry my wet hair, the longest blonde strand barely reaching my stomach. I throw on my only available clothes left, which happens to be my Hipsta Please crop top that cuts off an inch above my belt line, and my ripped shorts with a brown belt and my tan colored vans.
My suitcases are already in my car so I just grab a piece of bread and spread nutella across the face of it. I eat my first bite while I rush out the door, phone and car keys in hand.
"IM RADIOACTIVE, RADIOACTIVE," I yell, almost choking on my last bite of bread. I pull into the oh-so familiar parking lot that's lined with buses and anxious teenagers.
"Jonah! Josh! Ariana," I shout spotting my friends as I yank my luggage out of the trunk. They run up in their already formed group and we all share hugs that are wayyyyy over due. "BE gentlemen," I smile as I drop my luggage in Josh and Jonah's hands. I hear them each share a groan but they don't argue as they begin to trudge off towards the buses.
"I am so beyond excited!" I say.
"We'll have to make up new code names for all the cute boys! Unless you already have a boyfriend...?"
"EWWWW NO! C'mon Ariana, you should know that I can't get any guy. Remember my plan?"
I hear Ariana mumble some sort of yes as I repeat what I've told her millions of times. " I am going to die alone with fifty cats and my life size cut out of Ed Sheeran."
"Don't even start. I saw Jonah checking that out," she says hip bumping me, and I can just see in her eyes that she's thinking of all the names she's gonna call are children.
"Whatever," I state, not wanting to get into some annoying argument I just know I'm gonna win. "Nothing, and I mean NOTHING, is going to ruin my weekend." I smile.
I hear some unnecessary squeal coming from behind me, and I turned to see you was making that disgusting noise. Ah, none other than Ally, the most rude and make-up driven person I hate. "ONE DIRECTION IS GOING TO BE AT CAMP!!!!!" she squeals, her over done eyes widening.
Nothing's gonna ruin my weekend? I spoke to soon.
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A/N. HEY GUYS SORRY THIS IS A REALLY SHORT CHAPTER. THEY WILL BE LONGER, THIS IS KINDA JUST HOW THE STORY STARTS. please follow and vote and if you do I'll marry you and buy you a turtle or a guinea pig. Your choice.
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FanfictionHello. My name is Drew Sommers and I am 18 years old. Some may call me rude or stubborn, others realize I'm just determine to get what I want. I HATE One Direction. You'll soon find out, being as I am locked up in a summer camp with them for 2 weeks...