Chapter One
Kira, my mom's just forced me to do this. Yeah, it's a biggie. I'm sixteen years old and my name is Blade. I hate my name, I mean, who has the name Blade? My mom says she chose it because it's unique, I think she chose it to ruin my life. So, anyways, Kira's just told me about this special summer camp thing. I don't want to go, especially as it's over two-thousand miles away from here and I know no-one.
"You'll make friends easily, you're a nice kid." She thinks... I'm actually the worst-behaved person in my class. Mom says this is a privellige, and that I should take advantage of this golden opportunity... Personally, I think the school's set it up to get rid of me.
"Listen, the bus will be here soon, you packed?" Kira asked, a smug grin stretched wide across her face.
"Shit! No, I haven't even started packing!" I screamed down the stairs, horrified.
About a minute after I'd found my suitcase, I heard a toot. Crap! The bus is here already?
"Mom, I haven't even decided what shoes to wear or what make-up to bring." So, Kira being Kira, forced me to get on the bus with no make-up with me, and with one pair of shoes... my converse, which I guess isn't so bad, right?
It looks like a bloody bomb went off here, I mean, where the fuck do we sleep?
"Well camp," this middle-aged, bald man announced, "you will be sleeping in tents. But, you don't get to choose who you're partners with, the staff do."
That is so not fair. The man pointed at me, "You, come up here and tell everyone a bit about yourself." Crap. Where do I start, I'm probably going to screw up or something.
"I'm Blade, 16 years old from England, I currently have a boyfriend," I lied.
I cleared my throat quickly, "Oh, and, touch me, and I'll kick you ass!" Everyone looked gob-smacked, most of the boys were whistling. Which was so annoying. The girls just looked at me and knew they had to stay away.
I sat back down on the grass with everyone else.
There was another girl up after me, "I'm Charlotte, people say I can be really bitchy, I'm seventeen in three days and I'm single," she walked back down the step in, like, five inch high-heels, and sat down next to me. The camp trainers had to introduce themselves. I only concentrated on one of them... the sports coach. My gosh, he was absolutely gorgeous.
"My name's Kyle, but you can call me Kizzi, I'm seventeen and I'm the sports coach." I seriously wanted to know if he was single, but with looks like THAT, I highly doubted it.
Charlotte walked around with me for the rest of the day, talking about make-up, boys, celebrities, boys, and erm... oh yeah, boys!
In sports class, I decided to take off my bra and put on the tightest, smallest shirt I could find, and the shortest skirt.
When I went out, Kizzi laughed at me, whispering to my ear, "Fucking hell, Blade, you look like a bloody prostitute!" I laughed at him nervously, but he sent me inside to get changed, at least he offered to help me, no, not in a perverted way, like, trying to help me find the right fitting shirt and skirt.
While I was getting changed, he walked in on me, while I was only in knickers.
"Oops, sorry," he apologized, immediately running out.
"Do you really have a boyfriend?" he Kyle asked once I had finished getting changed.
"Erm, yeah..." I lied.
"Well, would your boyfriend mind me taking you shopping somewhere, because... you look like a trainwreck." I laughed at him.
"Alright, I'll ask him soon."
"Shit, the lesson's over," Kizzi groaned.
"Don't worry, I had fun..."
