"...and that's how Strawberry Jello is made," Mr. Gamma blabbered on.
The bell rang.
"Isn't science class supposed to be 'science' related?" Nora said.
I shrugged. Science was usually not about...science. At this point I stopped caring. School was over and we had "ski week." Almost all of my friends and I were going to go to a luxurious ski camp in Beverly Hills. The snow there is obviously fake.
"Okay well do you want to pack for BVSC?" said Marlene, "Because, I'm pretty sure we can't go to camp without packing."
"First of all, does BVSC stand for 'Beverly Hills Ski Camp,' Nora began, "and second of all, we have plenty of time. We can just go to the bus station right now."
"Yes and let's go."
Off we went for the best experience of packing. It wasn't that hard knowing all of your friends are doing the same thing and you aren't missing out on anything. After I was done packing, I set my phone to charge and slowly closed my eyes and went to sleep.
