A normal camp | Total Drama Fanfic | Pov: Heather

\| CHAPTER ONE: THE BUS |/

I begin to pack my bags, it's 7:10 in the morning... so early. I put my hair up in a tight-yet-loose ponytail, and then I grab my stuff and I walk downstairs, putting them near the door.

"H̄wān cı (sweetheart), are you alright?" Mom asks me, running her fingers though my hair.

"I'm perfectly fine." I reply sarcastically, pushing her hand away. I walk away from her, walking into the kitchen. I grab a bowl and some cereal. No milk because that's gross.

"What's with your face?" Samantha asks, pointing at my face.

"What's with your mouth?" I snap back, pointing her in the face like she did mine.

"Woah! I was just asking." She says innocently, making her face look bubbly some how.

I finish my cereal, and then I walk over to the bathroom, and brush my teeth. I change into a black crop-top with small ruffled sleeves, and beige cargo pants. I put on a necklace with two rubies on it.

I walk downstairs and I sit on the couch and I begin to wait, and wait... and wait.

\- TWO HOURS LATER -/

I grab my bags and I walk out the door. The bus stops and the door opens, I look behind me, to see if my Mom would see me off, but she wasn't there. I sigh quietly and I step onto the bus. I sit down, and just then I realized how much talking there was.

A weird goth girl sat against the window, an orange haired girl with green eyes and green clothes was working on a rubix cube, she kept failing and she raged and then she threw it over to some fat guy with yellow hair. A blonde girl with a large surf-board was staring at me, she smiled and waved at me.

"Hi! I'm Bridgette, what's your name?" She asks, smiling at me with her green eyes.

"Oh... I'm Heather." I reply, smiling slightly back at her. I look around to see if there is anyone else in the bus.

"Oh, there is 5 buses. We're going to the camp now." Bridgette noticed me looking around.

"Oh thanks." I smile slightly, and I leaned against the window, and fell asleep.

★☆★ THREE HOURS LATER ★☆★

We all hoped off the bus. A short man.. about 5"7, with brown hair and a green shirt, was standing in front of 2 cabins... 2 doors on each. Probably half for boys and half for girls. Anyway, he was standing with a espresso in his hand and a clipboard which he spilt a bit of coffee on.

"Good morning campers! I'm your consular, Mr. Mclean." He yelled into a megaphone, he seemed to be tired but not tired enough to be groggy and grouchy.

The girl with the surfboard, Bridgette, walked up to me and smiled again, "First year?"

"Yeah." I smile at her, and then I continue to look at Mr. Mclean.

"Please choose your cabins, girls on the left, boys on the right." He said, brushing off dirt that somehow got on his arm.

I go to the right cabin and into the girls side, I grouchily put my luggage on the top bunk. Bridgette smiles at me but doesn't put her stuff under my bunk, she walks over to this goth girl with black hair and a green shirt and black jeans, they talk for a second and then she puts her stuff on the top bunk and the goth girl puts hers on the bottom.

I roll my eyes and I sit top of my bed. A girl with black hair, a green shirt and dark green leggings put her stuff on the bed below me, "Hey!"

"Uh, Hi?" I say back, she had yellow earrings and maybe some mascara on?

"Oh my gosh I love your shirt!" She said, pointing to my black crop-top.

"Thanks... I like your... uh... hair." I pointed to her extremely curly black hair, I tried to not sound like it was a backhanded compliment.

"Thanks!" She smiled, and then went outside. She walked over to Mclean and bounced up and down, they're lips were moving, but I couldn't figure out what they were saying.

Some hottie chick with blonde hair and a blue shirt and skirt that complimented her figure perfectly walked in, "Hi!!!"

A brown haired girl with that type-A aura walked in, she saw me and squinted her eyes. Then shrugged and walked over to the goth girl, then the hottie and put her stuff under the type-A's bed.

"Hey Courtney!" The hottie said, waving her hand frantically.

"Hello Lindsay." Courtney said, smiling at her.

An ugly girl with braces and brown hair in a side-pony walked in, "Hi Lindsay!!"

"OMG HI BETH!!" Lindsay bounced, hugging her tightly.

I rolled my eyes again, and the girl with the black curly hair walked back in, and smiled at Courtney.

"Hiya Sierra!" Bridgette said, waving at Sierra.

I snuggled myself into the bed and slowly closed my eyes so I can just forget everything that is happening, Please don't talk to me.

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