This is stupid. And I don't mean like the kind of stupid you get when you mix SpongeBob and Patrick together. i mean the kind of stupid that is soooo stupid, you'd rather die then have to do this. Yes, that kind of stupid that if someone finds out, your life is over.
Yes, my mom got me a journal.
And not just any kind of journal that is so random you can just draw in it. No.
She got me a diary. Yes, a diary!!! So what if I'm a girl?! I still hate the idea of having a diary. Ugh!
And thats not the worst part.
I am stuck, at summer camp, with Cody Herbinko.
The most annoying, sassy ass, of all time.
Ugh! If you're reading this, I'm most likely dead and you'll be able to find my body under the bed. I won't have any form of ID on my except this so here is my name.
CHARLOTTE REED
I do have a middle name, but I hate it. So I'm NEVER going to tell you it unless it happens in a conversation with someone, other than my mother.
So, like I said, I hate diaries, but I mean, my mom is making me write down everything that happened at summer camp so here it goes.
FRIDAY, JUNE 10
I walked out of my mom's red mustang and headed toward my cabin that I would be sharing with 10-25 different girls. Yay.
I was all fine with the idea about summer camp, you know, that way I'll be 100 miles away from Herbinko. But, I was so utterly wrong.
"Hey, Char, isn't that your friend Cody?" my mother asked as she pointed out to the figure of the boy.
"MOM! He's not my friend. In fact, I don't even call him Cody. Now quit starring otherwise he might see me" I told her over my shoulder as I hurried to my cabin.
BLUEJAY
Well, thats just going to be soooo much fun.
I was okay with the fact that my cabin was named after a bird, but I wasn't okay with the type of girls that were inside.
BEAUTY GURU's
Ewww. I HATE beauty guru's. That act like they know everything. I would rather die then be in a cabin full of all those girls.
Why couldn't my mom put me in Robin, or even Sparrow? Anything but this one.
I sat my stuff down and chose the bottom bunk. I put my suit case in my cubby and put my phone and my bag on the bed.
"Oh, one more thing before I go" my mother said as she sat down next to me. She rummaged through her bag and pulled out this small book with the words DIARY on the cover. Worst part was that it was pink.
"What is this?" I asked her as she placed it in between us.
"It's your diary. I want you to write about everything that happens at camp, so you can tell me and your father about it when-"
"He's not my father" I said and stood up. His name was Simon and him and my mother had only been married for 5 years and I still refused to call him my father.
"Hun, you're going to have to get used to calling him your dad. We've talked about this-"
"You can go now mom" I said and started toward the bathroom.
"Charlotte"
"Bye mom" I said and didn't even turn around.
My mother sighed and walked out of the cabin when she saw Bruce, the person who runs the camp. He's in his late 30's and has black glasses. The kind you would have for reading glasses. He was a bit shorter than average for his height and he had gelled hair that makes it stick up lightly with a small beard. He was pretty cool for being the caretaker of the place. In fact, he seems more like my dad then Simon does.
