Summer Sixteen

one

As I stared out the old stained windows, civilization slowly dissolved into a world of green. All around the yellow school bus was nothing but a cast land of trees and isolation. In other words, there was no wifi, making it a perfect place for Hell. Oops, I meant Camp Melody.

Don't get me wrong; I'm all about the outdoors and peace and shit, but not so much the music. And at Melody, it's all about music and singing and just... bleh. It just isn't me style. That was all my mother. She was kind of a legend at Melody, and I don't want to have to live up to everyone's expectations of me.

Singing was never really my thing; I tried it when I was young and endured countless hours of chorus and vocal lessons to only realize that I liked it less and less. But my mother had her own ideas and sent me here to 'realize my full potential as a musician.' Potential my ass. The only potential I'll realize here is how capable I am of eating my way through the suffering.

Soon, the bus turned onto a dirt path, leading toward a post with the words "Welcome to Camp Melody, where stars are born" etched into a wooden sign. A bit cocky don't you think?

A couple seconds later, a log cabin came into view, where several other buses were already parked; I'm guessing that's the main building.

Towards the front of the bus, a megaphone crackled to life. "Hello campers, or should I say, future legends!" A woman announced, earning cheers of approval from much of the bus. She was probably going into her mid fifties, and her voice  had a hint of a southern drawl to it.

"I would just like to personally welcome y'all to Camp Melody!" Yup, definitely southern. "I see quite a few familiar faces here, but for those who don't know me, I'm Penelope Cunningham, co-owner of Camp Melody, but y'all can just call me Momma P or Penn. Now, first off..." I blocked out her little speech and thought about how horrible these next two months would be.

Yes, you heard me. Two whole months of 'y'all' and 'sugar' and unsettling cheerfulness. Not to mention it was a singing camp in the middle of freaking nowhere with no wifi. Yay me...

I was brought out of my thoughts as I noticed other campers starting to get up and head off the bus. I grabbed my bag and joined them, shuffling down the aisles toward hell.

Once I was off, I followed the crowd towards a pile of duffel bags. I guess this was where we were to pick up our stuff. Luckily, my bag was relatively near the top, and I plucked it out easily. As I turned around to head toward the main building, I found myself hitting a wall, or, more like the wall hit me, knocking my bag to the ground.

"Hey! Watch where you're going!" Looking up, I found a guy a little older than me scowling down at me.

"Excuse me? I'm the one with her bag on the floor thanks to you not watching where your fat ass was going," I huffed, bending down to pick it up. Behind me, I heard several guys whistle in approval. I groaned; I knew I shouldn't have worn super short short today. Turning around, I quickly glared at them and flipped them off before giving  my attention back to the boy in front of me.

His scowl had turned into a look of amusement, and he crossed his arms over his chest. "What's so funny?"

"Oh, I was just why you thought you could speak to a counselor like that, little girl," he bent down to my level and raised an eyebrow. So what if I was only 5'4"?

"What did you just call me?" I glared at him, hands on my hips and my bag completely forgotten.

"Oh I think you heard me perfectly, little girl." Fine, he wanted to play dirty? I could do that, easy.

"Trust me, I did. I was just giving you a chance to correct yourself before I make you," I growled at him. A crowd had started to form around us; good. now they'd all see when I kicked this punk's ass all the way back to New York.