Timber Tracks Band Camp.

A warm welcome.

Lunas POV

I look up from my lap and into the side mirror of the car. I sigh as I see my short brown hair and soft green eyes. My mom wasn't the most joyful when I cut my brown hair short but she didnt annoy me to much about it. What am I doing? Why did even decide to come to this camp? I can feel the car bump up and down because of the gravel an]d dirt of the road as my mom drives. I look over at her, her expression seems a bit... to happy to get rid of me and send me to this month-long band camp. Was I that bad of a daughter? I shake my head and open my mouth to say something, but before I can speak my mother says.
"Look at that Luna! We are finally here!" She turns to me and takes my left hand, she squeezes it and I wince. I pull my hand away and fake a smile. I didn't want to upset my mom, even though the anxiety eating me alive. What if everyone hated me? What if I got bullied-
My thoughts are interrupted by a grumpy guy knocking on the window of the car door. I look up at him and take in the black fluffy hair and dark brown eyes. This guy's eye bags are worse than mine, somehow, and he seemed to be around the age of 23. He was trying to tell me to get out so he could get the line moving again and more campers into the camp. I nod and grab my two backpacks and duffle bag. I swear to God my mom over packs just to piss me off. I was supposed to pack my stuff, but my mother kept coming after me about how I was packing. So, I just let her pack while I watched her. I hug my mom goodbye and jump out of the car. As soon as I'm out of that barely alive gray minivan the fresh forest air hits me and a wave of relief runs throughout my body. My mom has this horrible smelling "air freshener" so the forest air smelt like a bakery to me at the moment. I look at the grumpy guy's name tag which stood out like a sore thumb because of what the guy was wearing. He was wearing a brown tee shirt and black pants. his name tag was bright teal. The nametag says his name is "Ash" and it kind of matches him. Ash looks down at his clipboard not even trying to smile or look at me.
"What is your name kid?"
Ash asks in a tone that tells me that he couldn't give two shits but had to ask. He doesn't look up from his clipboard.
"Luna. Luna Clark."
I tell him, trying my best to keep a calm and relaxed tone but all that comes out sounds like a nervous and annoyed child. Which I am, but I really didn't want this guy to know. Ash looks up and looks behind me like he was looking for someone or something. He sighs and shrugs, he looks back down at his clipboard and mutters something, before deciding to tell me where to go.
"You are in cabin willow with bailey and Melissa."
Ash says and points at a tent that's kind of far away from all the other tents. It has a greenish blue sign stabbed into the ground saying "Willow." I can only see one counselor under the tent but shrug. There are also a few girls that seem to be my age under the tent too. Most of them seem scary to me but one sticks out. I nod to Ash and walk over to the tent. I set my stuff down under the tent and walk over to the strawberry blond camp counselor. I don't say anything, I just wait.

TO BE CONTINUED! (Cuz I'm tired. sorry)