Camp S.C.R.E.A.M.

Day 1

On day 1, it all started. Technically it started on Day 0, witch is preparing day, but whatever. I looked at the tiny clock in the cabin. An hour. Only an hour until they will be here. I go outside and sniff in the misty morning air. It's only 7, but it feels earlier. I turned around and go back in, closing the door. Each bed, there was 5 of them, were covered in black blankets. They used to be grey, but I asked J. Phil (Mr. J) to change them. So now they are dark black and beautiful. I skip to the back room, which is my room, and take out the radio. I had to download songs and plug them in to it with the cord from my phone. But once camp actually starts, I have to stop using it. But I can use the radio. So, I turned on some Avril Lavigne and danced to it. I swept up some, and sang at the same time.
       45 minutes had passed, but I didn't notice. I was supposed to be at the hall 15 minutes ago. I lool up to the clock to see that it is now 7:49. I'm super late! They're probably already here. I rush to my room and turn my phone off. I straighten the covers (a chore I had forgotten to do) and went to the radio. I had switched the phone to an Avril Lavigne CD not long ago, since I have 3 of her CD's. I try to turn it of, but it won't go. The freakin' button's stuck. I fiddle with it for a while and then I hear a door open. Oh, stars!
     I finally get it off and I turn around to see 3 boys. "Uh, hi," I said, pushing my bangs back. "Um, where do I put this stuff?" A boy with blonde hair came in. When he saw me, he stopped and my jaw dropped lightly. After a minute of staring, I smiled. "You can just set it down on a bed. Any bed you'd like," I said. He nodded. "Aren't you supposed to be at the girl camp? With the girls?" A dark brown haired boy said. I shook my head.  "Nope. I own this camp and I sleep in this cabbin. That's my room," I said and I pointed to my room. "You own this camp?" The third boy asked. I nodded. "And this the-" I paused and told the to wait a second. I went to my room and grabbed my clipboard. I came back out and flipped a page. "Stars," I sighed. "What?" The fourth boy with red hair asked. I looked up, out of my thinking. "It's the thirteenth year," I said. "What's so bad about that? The brown haired boy said. I shook it off. "Nothing. Now, can I learn names?" I asked.
    "Um, Fren Maxwell?" I asked. The red haired guy raised his hand. I nodded. "And you are...14." He nodded. "Neville Carson. With the side note saying 'a trouble maker.'" The third boy, with dirty blonde haired raised his hand. "And you're 14, too." I flipped the page and read on. "Jason Wahl," he raised his hand. He's the brown haired guy. Lastly, I read off one more name. "Uh, Tyrell James?" He looked up. The blonde boy. "Most people call me TJ, though," he said. I nodded. "Okay, that's it. Get settled quickly. Camp fire's in an hour," I said. I went back to my room. I laid down and got my book. My note book that said," Diary." It was pink and had 'Diary' in black. I wrote the date and what had happened toda, so far. I keep it in my purse, so no one could take it. I put it up and came back out of my room a little while after. Time for campfire. Nothing bad has happened yet, so that's good. But I know it will get worse......