Just to warn you in advance this is a short story with not so many chapters as this is kind of cliche and i am not very good at writing yet but hope to improve
"Move your butt down here and you better have your clothes
packed and ready or I will be up there faster than you can say kangaroo" yep thats my loving, caring, wonderful mother trying too force me out of my room to go to a place where I wouldn't want to be caught dead rather than alive; summer camp.
I should explain my name us Josie McKay your not so typical 15 year old teenager who would rather be outside running than doing typical girl stuff like make up, nails, hair or flirting with guys who would only break her heart. Yep you could say I'm someone who hates being social the total opposite of my believed sister who is known as the school popular bitch who parties all night and couldn't care less about sports and spends her days either with her bitch group or on her phone talking to her fellow bitches.
You could say oh Josie summer camp would be awesome for you with as you love exercise and being outside; along with that I ewould tell you this yes I do love exercise but I don't like people as you may have already noticed and have pretty much one friend who understands my hate for people and is the only person who likes running and exercise as much as I do. I asked her if she wanted to come with me to camp but of course just like the whole school she's abroad on Mauritius (lucky git) while I'm flying halfway around the world to Greece where I don't know a soul and am expected to make friends with them just great. Right enough of me explaining practically my life.
"I'm coming I'm coming mum my stuff is packed and am ready to go to hell" I manage to stutter while carrying my suitcase full of expensive and so called *cute* exercise clothes my mum insisted on getting where I would have been just fine with sweat pants and a baggy shirt. Making my way down I see my mum with that face she always gives me when she has to wait, holding her keys as if to say that she'd been waiting for hours even though its only been like 15 mins. Before I know it I'm standing in my drive saying goodbye to my family except from obviously my mum who is driving me to the airport with a vehicle that could possibly kill me. In the car my mum and I just have normal small talk like "are you sure you have everything?" Or "its going to be so much fun" while I just sit,nod and desperately hope that I'm going to be doing more exercise than social interaction with anyone.
