"Elizabeth, your father and I have decided that we need to go on vacation for a few weeks during the summer. We want some quality time together and your grandmother can't watch you due to her artritis... so we're sending you to Camp SMT while we're away."
That's how Elizabeth Johnson got stuck sitting next to an older snobby woman.
She was on her way to camp (situated in Northern/ central Quebec),even though she had other plans for her summer vacation...
"Mom. I get that you and Daddy want to have time together, but I already had a job idea with Madeleine. Plus you can have 'alone time' without sending me to camp... I could have a massive sleepover with Charlie!" Elizabeth had said to her mother.
"If you think I'll let you stay at that harlot's house after what happened last time. Nice try." Mrs. Johnson said, recalling the large house party that resulted in Elizabeth's alcohol poisoning.
"Please anything but Camp SMT. It's basically a boot camp! I don't deserve this sort of treatment! I'm not going... I don't want to go to a torture camp while you and Daddy get to go to a fricking spa!" The 17 year old yelled out of frustration
" This is not up for discussion. Go upstairs and pack everything that is on the supplies list. You are going and that's final!" She had tried to reason with her parents but she had failed miserably.
She sat staring through the plane window of the 1st class seat, trying her hardest to ignore the foul stench of the woman's perfume. She was only a few hours from her final destination. She could get through this. She couldnget through two weeks at Camp SMT (Strict, Military Training). How hard could it be?
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Stupid, Miserable, Torturous Camp
Teen FictionMeet Elizabeth Johnson. A 5'3" quirky redhead that comes from a wealthy family. She loves to read and help out the community by volunteering at the local library with the children that go there for their weekly story. She is 17 years old and aspires...
