Camp starts today. I wonder what it’ll be like. I think this camp is co-ed, but I’m not 100% sure. I hope there are some hot guys there. Maybe that’ll help me get over him. Seeing as me are Laury are both 16, we could’ve drove ourselves to camp, but where’s the fun in that? So we made my parents drive us.
“You little monsters!” my mom, Izzy (short for Isabella) yelled at us, using her nickname for the two of us – the two of us being me and Laury. “Will you guys, please, be quiet back there? You’re driving me crazy!”
We both started snickering at our success. We had been singing “99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall” for about five minutes before she yelled. “Are we there yet?” I whined.
“You’re worse than a child, I swear,” Mom sighed. “We’re about two minutes away now.”
Laury and I pressed our noses to the glass of the windows to look at the scenery that would be surrounding us for the next month. It was quite spectacular, I have to admit (even though I hate the woods and pretty much anything in the wild). There were a lot of different types of trees – don’t even ask me what kinds because I will not be able to name one. And that was pretty much it. Trees and the road. I wasn’t lying when I said it was spectacular, though, because it is. It looks amazing.
We started freaking out when the car started to turn. “WE’RE HERE! WE’RE HERE!” everybody in the car started chanting. For me and Laury it was in excitement, but for Mom and Dad, it was in relief – plus they weren’t screaming. Dad drove to the main lodge that we saw a sign for. We went in and a little table was set up with a young woman sitting behind it. She looked to be about 22 or 23 years old.
“Hello,” she said in a very friendly voice. “Names?”
“Laury Graham and Ella Smith,” I answered eagerly.
“Your forms were filled out perfectly and I don’t think there are any questions I need to ask you guys right now, so I think you guys can go. You’re both in cabin 3, if you want to go put your suitcases there and lay out your sleeping bags on your bunks.”
“Thank you,” Laury and I chorused, being the polite girls we were raised as. Once we were outside the lodge we both started running to the car. When we finally got all our bags out of the car my parents gave us both hugs, said farewell, and drove off home.
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That's Why They Call it the Unexpected
Teen FictionThe Incident has changed me. Everyone sees the difference in me, especially my parents and my best friend Laury. Except Laury knows what happened. My parents, on the other hand, don't. So they are sending me to summer camp. Oh, joy! Note the sarcasm.
