Shattered Fragments

Chapter 3

The road turned to mud track as we drove deeper into the forest. I saw deer many times racing each other through the winding maze of trees. Stags with their brilliant antlers and does prancing delicately on the leaf covered ground. Squirrels were like Spiderman, climbing the vertical sides of tree trunks. I loved nature, such a shame it was home to camps like Camp Teulu where I would unfortunately be staying.

"Hiya! Welcome to Camp Teulu! Are you booked in?" asked the cheery lady at the welcoming desk.
"Anima, the Anima family. We booked in with the Mosae family," responded my father.
"Yes, here you are. Cabin 247. Five bedrooms, two floors. That right?"
"Yes, thank you."
"Here is your welcome pack; cash bracelets -for paying for activities- ; house keys, and a complementary pack of Jaffa cakes," she handed all these things to my dad, "Have a nice day!"

The cabin was amazing. Everything was wooden and old fashioned; the beds, the tables, the chairs and other things I can't think of. I gazed around in amazement; everything was so beautiful. I headed upstairs to the bedrooms. Quinn, her elder sister Gabriella, and I were sharing a room; Kaleb was sharing with her younger brothers Tyler and Joseph. Quinn's family had arrived before us.

Suddenly, the door swung open and Gabriella barged in with her hot pink suitcase and dumped it on her bed. Tyler and Joseph came through after her with six more pink suitcases and dumped the on the floor, "Thank you, boys. Now empty these other wardrobes, I'm going to need them,"
Sass reappeared behind her, "Are you actually joking?! Tell the b**** to f*** off! That's your wardrobe!"
"Hey! Those are ours! Put your clothes somewhere else!" Quinn shouted at her.
"Excuse me! No one has ever spoken to me like that!"
"Just because you have enough brains to fill a bottle cap doesn't mean you can't tell that those are our wardrobes! Get your big, obnoxious head out of your ass and see that!" I added.
"That's my girl!" cheered Sass.
"MUUUM! DAAAD! THE PSYCOS ARE BEING RUDE!"

"What is going on?!" called a familiar voice. Grandma. Grandma was the only person who seemed to understand me. When my parents realized therapy was doing nothing, she suggested she tried, and instead we just ate cake and watched TV. Then I'd pretend it had helped so they would be satisfied, "What a horrible thing to call someone, girly! In my day I would be able to give you ten lashes with a long ruler for such a thing! But not anymore, so sad."
"Grandma!" I hugged her tightly.
"Hello, deary. Hello, Quinn! Did you get the new album you wanted?"
"Yeah, it's really good!" My Grandma gets along with everyone.
"What are you doing here, Grandma?" I enquired.
"I'm on holiday of course! Who do you think the extra room was for?"

"Back to the important matter, they were rude to me and won't let me use their wardrobes!" cried Gabriella, bursting into tantrum tears. What a baby!
"You, girly, are a spoilt brat and it's about time someone put you in your place! Designer clothes won't do you any good with the activities we'll be doing!"

Maybe this holiday wouldn't be so bad after all.