There was nothing to exciting that went on in my life.
I would wake up put on black skinny jeans and a 10 times to big shirt and would go to school.
I was heading down stairs when I over heard my parents talking about some camp.
"Liz will you please come in here" I heard my mom say.
"Sure what's up?" I said kinda worried.
"Well me and your dad have been talking and we think you should go to this camp" she says handing me a grocerer to a troubled kids camp.
"You think I'm "troubled" I started to tear up.
"You have made some bad choice and we think it will be good for yo-" but before she could finish the sentence I was already out of the room.
I finally agreed to go and I started packing all my over sized shirts and black jeans were basically all I took. It was an hour drive, finally after a long hour of begin lectured by my lame ass parents we were here. When we got there there was a really perky blonde to guide us around. "good morning guys! I'm Chelsea and I'm gonna be showing you to your room what's your name?!" She says holding her hand out that I ignored.
"Lizzy but people call me Liz"
"Nice to meet you Liz! Let me show you your room"
When we got there I found out I had a room mate... A fucking room mate..great. She was a short ginger that had a pink shirt on, I already hated her for wearing pink and by the way she was looking at me she didn't like all the black I was wear.
"Hi ummm I'm Angie"
"Hey I'm Liz"
"Pretty name"
"Thanks"
Well that was akward I start to un pack and realize Angie's gone, God I was so hungry and we didn't eat for another 4 hours so I decided to take a nap.
Half way through the nap I hear banging on the door.
"What the fuck?"
I tried to ignore it but the banging becomes louder so I hurry to the door to shut it up.
When I open the door I can see a tall skinny boy with curly black hair wearing all black holding his side.
"Can I help you"
"I been sshot I need hhelp"
I help him in and on the coach and he just lays there"
"So where's the shot?"
He lifts up his shirt reveling 2 shots near his him.
"Oh my gosh we need to get you to a hostipal"
I say getting up but begin stopped by him grabbing my arm.
"I'm scared of doctors" he says
"Dude your gonna die if you don't get those out"
"Please don't-" he says so worried.
I go and find a firsts aid kit which took me forever to find I come back and he was watching tv. I start to get the bullets out and stitch it up.
"So I never got your name?" He asks
"Liz"
"I'm Matty"
I smile back at him and finish stitching up his wounds. He was watching the news and about how there's this new robber out on the loose and was almost caught today. He started laughing.
"What's so funny?" I asked
"That robber there talking about on the news.. That's me."
