My 17th Summer

Chapter Three

The next morning everything was in full swing. Everyone was rushing around because the campers were arriving the next day. Little kids full of energy, the complete opposite of me. Aunt Jess and I were going shopping this morning to grab some last minute food items. There was this one kid allergic to everything except bread! Weird?

"Are you ready girlfriend?' Aunt Jess asked while trying to act all cool and young. TRUST ME, it wasn't working.

'Yeah sure," I said back shyly. There was constantly one thought on my mind since my conversation with Aunt Jess yesterday...Debt. Were we really stable enough to go splurging on heaps of food for the campers? But I guess we couldn't just let them starve? That wouldn't look good on the pamphlet, we starve your children and you pay $345!

"Well we better get going then Quinn!" Jess said quickly, "We want to get there before all the teenage shopaholics arrive."

"You know, technically I am a teenage shopaholic?" I say back to her. She looked at me and we both ended up chuckling about her teenage life..not sure how that happened? We both hopped into her Suzuki Swift and drove out of the camp. I hadn't noticed how much it had rained last night, the dirt gravel road was covered in brown puddles. It reminded my of the 'dam' in the corner of the park. That my parents had supposedly fished in.

"So, what are we buying?" I asked, I wanted to see if I could get her to accidently talk about the debt. I really wanted to help out if we were, I would hate for the camp to close. Even though I really dislike going, it made my parents really happy. I think they would be emotionally unstable if it was so close. I waited for Aunty Jess' reply.

"Oh you know," she said casually watching the road, "the usual."

"Hm." I hummed. "But what about the kid who eats bread? There's gotta be something else he can eat?" It was really odd.

"Well on the slip the parents specifically wrote only bread so.." She wandered off in her own thoughts. "But anyway, we have to buy bread for the other 'normal' campers."

"What else do we need?" I asked drumming my fingers on the glove box. I really wanted to know if the camp was struggling financially. I wished she would just blurt out the truth, it was killing me! I am 17, I am capable of knowing the truth!

"More cereal, bread obviously, milk, oh Quinn do I really have to recite the shopping list to you?" She said slightly frustrated turning right.z

"Oh, OK. Don't worry." I shrugged. I guess I'd have to ask her some other way.

We drove on for forty five minutes (yes, forty five minutes, the camp was seriously in the middle of nowhere, not even close to a bloody supermarket, sorry for the bad word there, it was needed) until we reached a Coles, we got out of the car and the air was hot. Ewww.

"Now we've got to work fast as we need to put all the food back into the kitchen before tonight. And there's no time tomorrow, as the kids arrive!" Aunt Jess huffed walking through the doors and I trailed along already bored. Why do people have to actually go to the supermarket? Can't people just do it for you? Plus is was a Sunday, didn't even God say that it's supposed to be the relaxing day of the week? Praise it.

"OK, here is your half of the list. Oh and when it says 'toilet paper', that's for me. My skin can't handle that ruff stuff all the campers use!" Aunt Jess said grinning at me.

"OK! That was to much information Aunt Jess!" I headed round through all the aisles picking up various items as I went. Trust me, I definitely didn't forget the toilet paper after Aunt Jess' little story. As I went down the bread aisle (Aisle number 5 in case you were wondering, you probably weren't) and began trying to chose a loaf. I knew that one kid couldn't eat bread but it's not like I wanted them to eat the cheap stuff.