BEING REWRITTEN

17- a few ways on how to fail camping

An// HOLY SHIT ITS BEEN LIKE AGES. I'm sorry my sweet sweet brotato's ,':(

Anyways, have another wicked chapter and don't forget to vote. Yes im only writing cuz I ran out of drafts on TikTok..

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No POV:

"Bloody hell Tommy!" Newt shouted as a camping stick came flying at him.

"I'm sorry!" Thomas cried out right after as he was struggling to keep the whole thing together.

What happened you might wonder? Well, Thomas already broke down his entire tent in the first 10 minutes. Yeah. Don't trust him to built nor even be near a tent. It will end up in a catastrophe.
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Thomas first person POV:

How did this even happen? I wondered to myself as I saw the teacher struggling with the bright orange tent, black thin poles and grass sputtered all around the place. Landing in the soft beds of leaves underneath my feet, sheets of orange also came flying by, soon grabbed out of the air by no other then Newt who just stared at me like I was some dumb baboon who couldn't even form a single thought. Which I can! I just can't be around tents without breaking them.

Soon enough the whole event ended, I was moved tents since this one was still quite unstable. So now, I was moved into a tent with no other then Newt, which I was quite content about. I liked Newt! Not the like like, like lovers no.. I'm not gay, I liked him as a friend.

This time it was a green tent, not really blending in with nature since it was like a eye blinding neon green, but I was told that it's more stable. Minho wasn't really happy since he was the one that switched with me, I was first paired up with some dude named Sam, a greasy nerd with weird glasses that made his face look like a square.

I zipped open the tent, as I thought, the whole inside reflected the green. I'm not a fan of green.

Taking a good look around the thing, the total of two air mattresses with sleeping bags spread on them were seen, just like in the other tents. The scenery didn't look all too appealing, maybe I'm just a judgy person, I don't know.

I just plunged my way too full backpack on the mattress positioned at the right side of the small cabin, really not caring which one Newt wanted. Then, I knelt down to sit.

Yeah no I regret that, the whole thing was damp and just, not it. The sleeping bag really felt like a soft rubber that was put in the refrigerator and the air mattress was lacking air, making my poor butt touch the hard ground from under.

These were going to be the most uncomfortable days in my life, ever.

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3rd person Newt:

Newt was having the time of his life, he had brought his messy sketchbook and some really abused pencils which didn't even look like pencils anymore, really just small stubs with a grey tip.

He was seated right outside his tent, around the big circle like space with in the middle, deeper in the area, a died down campfire. The circle was more like a formation that you have with seats at a stadium or such. Starting on the top row, making stairs down until it reached the middle of the huge pit.

It was peaceful, birds chirping, trees waving in the barely existing breeze, rain drops softly sputtering back down from its leaves and the muffled speeches that blended in with the background noises.

Bringing his headphones and sketchbook was the smartest decision ever made, he grabbed his phone and quickly switched to the settings app to connect his headphones with the Bluetooth function.

Hearing a noise come from the thing ment they were connected.

And suddenly.

Everything.

Went.

Quiet.

Just how he wanted, well, quiet with his own taste.

Opening Spotify was the next step, choosing a song right after and sketching was the final destination.

He moved the little stubby pencil around the slightly damp paper, while humming ever so softly to a song that felt like it played at the back of his mind.

Time passed with every stroke of a pencil, soon making it dark and more humid, Newt was sure of one thing, he didn't like drawing in a dark and humid environment, so he just flipped the book close, stuffed the sketchbook in his pocket among the pencils and standing up.

The blonde swiftly stretched himself, moving his tall arms above his head, earning a satisfying pop from his spine.

He then heard a whistle being blown, it's sound echoing off trees and making its way through the entire forest. This meant that the students needed to come to the camping spot.

Luckily the location wasn't so far off from where he was. So, he looked around, nodded and left.

Soon enough, after a few trips and limps, he arrived at the meeting spot. The place was in the middle of the circle of tents and he could recognise it because of a large crowd of students surrounding it.

Newt quickly spotted his beloved friend Thomas and hobbled over to him.

"Hi Tommy" he said softly as he now stood next to the slightly taller but younger brunette.

"Hi Newtie" Thomas whispered back as he looked back at him.

"Why'd they bug us again?"

"Probably to explain some stuff"

"They better hurry up I ain't standing for long"

The sentence was followed by a huff from the blonde who crossed his arms annoyingly.

"Im sure they wont take long"

Famous lies, very famous.

It was now 30 minutes later and the teachers were still full on babbling about how their children once came here and didn't want to leave.

Newts leg started aching around 5 minutes ago and it noticeably was getting worse every single minute.

"Hey" a small nudge on his arm.

"Yeah?" Newt looked up.

"You good?" Whispered Thomas.

"Just my leg achin' like a real shank" he said in the middle of a pained groan.

"Should we go to the tent?"

"What if the teachers bloody catch us?"

"That won't happen trust me"

"I trust you, for now, for now Tommy"

Newt glared at him, even though no one could see anything. It was pitch black out in the clouded night sky. The only thing that kept the place alive was the burning campfire, with flames dangerously towering over the crowd of students and teachers.

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An- I'm 99 percent convinced my parents hate me.

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