Camp

So,
Camp is supposed to be fun. I've never been. I don't want to go, but I have to.
BLEH
I wish I did not have to go but I do. It's all because of my no good sister Amelia. Since she went to camp and fell in love with a boy she met a the camp dance, she wanted to be a counsellor, since, obviously, that's what Tom wanted to do. Even at home she spends hours talking to him on the phone, then on the weekends she takes her car and runs off to find the love of her life. She's only 17 years old!!!!!!!

When we were younger my sister and I were very close. But no so much now. I mean, I love her and she loves me too it's just she does not show it that much. She shows it to Tom, that's for sure.

Going back to today, I hate camp! I know how can I hate something I've never experienced. I dunno, I don't want to end up like Melissa. Not even paying attention to her family.
" Are you done packing ?" screamed my mom bursting my bubble of thoughts.
"I've never been to camp, how am I supposed to know what to pack!!!!" I answered.
My mom came in to my room to help. When we were done it was already dinner. We eat lasagna, my favourite. My dad probably felt bad for sending me to camp so he made my favourite dish.
"So honey, you excited to go to camp?" My dad said.
"Of course!" I answered in a very sarcastic tone.
"Don't worry, It'll be fun"
The same thing he said at the beginning of middle school, who we all know, did not end well. NO, I won't think of this now, I'll just think of the amazing lasagna who is currently in my mouth.