~Chapter One~

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Hi, I'm Melanie. I hated camps ever since I went one when I was about 8 years old. It was the worst. However, this time I was forced to go as it was my last year in high school.

If only we're going to a hotel and not a nearby forest. How worse could it be? Bees, Lizards, creepy crawlies everywhere . I hate them. They are disgusting!

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Part of the reason was that I have no friends. The reason for camps are basically to bond and learning new things. Oh how I hate bonding. Being bullied for years just because of my looks. That's ridiculous.

I was drag by my dad to get in the car. It's 6 in the morning. I was not excited. Never was for something like this. When we arrived at my school,
I could see everyone faces, they were smiling happily, excitedly.

I kissed my dad goodbye and then wave at him. I felt nervous walking towards my classmates. Thank god the bell rang. I don't need to feel that awkward around them. I could just sit behind them.

(I could hear my classmates gossiping about me. They know that I hated camps.)

We were dismissed to our own bus after hearing the boring talk from our boring principal.

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