WHICH ONE?

CHAPTER 6 - Remember last night, Fire?

I woke up to the sound of an alarm? It was loud, extremely loud and I wanted it to stop. I groaned while pushing my head deeper into my pillow which wasn't soft, but it wasn't rough either. My ears faintly heard voices and groans from the others as they gradually picked themselves up. At this rate, I don't even think I'll be able to get up. Tiredness stained me like coffee. Thinking about coffee, I could really use some milk coffee to wake me up right about now. My hair, which I had plaited last night, seemed oddly neat.

I attempted to yawn into my pillow but failed as the yawn didn't want to come out. Curse you yawn!

"Well come on sleepin' beauty." Squid's southern accent teased me, a bit deeper because he'd just woke up. He was almost completely dressed?! I swear only a minute has passed?

"Don't start on me right now, Squid." I warned him as I slowly got up, taking off the extremely thin blanket that covered me to reveal my boxer shorts and my white t-shirt.

I rubbed my eyes deep and good with knuckles that suffocated in bandages that already looked worn out, as I reluctantly rubbed the last of my sleep away. A part of me wished I didn't... Who am I kidding? My whole body wished I didn't.

I started stretching, my legs dangling off the side of the bed, my feet hovering off of the floor by a little.

As I undid my plait and let my hair fall down to my hip, I heard a faint whistle, a wolf whistle. A damn wolf whistle at this time?

I paused from doing everything and blinked thoroughly as my vision improved before I glared around the room, "Who the flip was that?"

I heard a couple people take a gulp before laughing? Gosh, I guess it's just boys. What can I really do? I'm in a camp full of them!

I picked up my neatly folded orange jumpsuit that I placed under my pillow, and as I looked up from the hideous orange piece of clothing, I saw Zigzag rising from his bed in nothing but boxers. My jaw felt like it was going to drop in awe and my cheeks would dial 911 because their redness and heat started a damn fire.

I quickly looked back down to the orange jumpsuit, a frown returning to my face. I stood in a heartbeat and pulled it up halfway, tying it tightly.
The others were almost done getting ready, which I was too. I picked up fresh white socks and pulled them up along with tying the shoelaces to my converse.

I sat for a brief moment thinking about digging. Digging? Digging! Digging... I took a long sigh before forcing myself up and walking out the tent, moving my hair that was over my chest to behind my back.

To my surprise, I found myself standing in between Zigzag and Magnet. We were the first three out. I didn't think much of it until I tensed up at the sharp gaze that came from Zigzag. I fought the urge to look over at him a little, but it made me feel weird, awkward. An indescribable feeling.

His intense stare sharpened on me, making me give in as I crossed my arms and I took a side look at Zigzag, whose eyes were intently focused on me?

I peeled my eyes off him in a heartbeat as I watched him smirk from the corner of my eye. I fought off the urge to blush with a mental shield and sword as I attempted to ignore him. There is no way I'm letting these guys catch me blushing again. I still can't believe Armpit thought I was having an allergic reaction or that my blush could start a fire? Wow, that is funny-funny.
To my relief and comfort, they haven't brought it up yet. I'm praying they don't! I don't need a reminder or people taunting me because I know it's going to be the talk of the week. I grinned lightly as I rolled my eyes at the thought of it.

My thoughts cut short as my head perked up at a loud whistle. My eyes scanned the surroundings before they fell on Mr Sir and Mom.
"Smiling Faces everybody! Smiling Faces!" Mom started, Mr Sir adding on, "The early mole digs the deepest hole! Shovels on the left and tortillas on the right! C'mon, let's get moving campers!" Mr Sirs shouting out was annoying enough when it was mid-day but him doing this at what felt like 4 am? No, just no. It simply annoys me. With his little coffee mug that he's taking little sips out of. I think I would kill him just for that cup of coffee. It would be a win-win. One less problem and I would also re energise myself. How could someone who's a side character be so irrelevant yet so annoying?