Camping With The Bad Boy

Chapter 1: My Dad is a Bad Ass.

"Do i have to go?" I said to my Dad. I hate camping with a burning passion.  

"Yes Grace! We are not leaving you at home alone for a month!" My Dad says, "End of talk. Go Pack" he points to my suit case at the top the stairs. I groan and walk up stairs. 

"I could of kept Frany company" I mumble stomping up the stairs.  

Don't comment on my cat naming. I was 8, and I really wanted my name to be Frany. I regret that now. But still, I love my cat.

It takes me three hours to pack everything. I do a double check to make sure I have everything. 

Tops. Check 

Bottoms. Check 

Underwear, Socks and Bras. Check 

Dresses. Check 

Skirts. Check. 

Swim Suits. Check 

iPad and charger. Check 

Phone and charger. Check 

Camera. Check. 

I grab some makeup from my bathroom. 

I think I have everything. I put all my things in my suit case. I leave out my iPad and phone, I grab my other small carry on. 

I pat my self on the back for getting everything done in less then five hours.

School ended two weeks ago. I was more than happy, I was thrilled. Only one more year till Collage. One more year and I can get out of this death place (high school) and actually start my life.  

"Grace are you all packed up?" My dad says walking in my room 

I groan "yes" I mumble 

He picks up my suit case. 

"Ready?" he asks 

"Oui"  

I grab my carry on bag with my iPad and phone, I close my door and walk down the long stair case. 

At the end of the stair case Frany waits for me. Her orange fur standing out from the brown wood. 

I pick Frany up, She purrs. I smile and I keep petting her. 

Dad awaits at the door. He smirks. 

"Dad..."  

"Grace..." 

"ugh you smell" I smirk 

"Grace. Honey. Your teeth are not supposted to be blue" he says smirking 

We laugh. 

"Mabey I like having blue teeth. Its a turn on to boys" I say with a wink at the end. 

My Dad's smirk drops. His face is blank, His ears are starting to turn a light pink.

"I was joking" I said. 

"Funny" he says turning on his heal and walking out of the house. 

I laugh and follow behind him with Frany in my arm in the other hand I hold my carry on bag. 

We walk to our R.V. it's more like a house on wheels. So mabey its better than sleeping in tents on the hard ground, but I still hate camping.