Camp Kyojin: Dawn Of The Dorks

Preface

As the sun reaches its peak, the car draws nearer the bus station. I should probably feel bad about leaving my family for almost the whole summer, but I'm more excited about spending my time with the people I've grown to love over the past few years. My mum and dad said goodbye to me earlier today and were far more emotional than they are now. They're sat singing Bohemian Rhapsody in the front while I look out of the window. In a few hours my boots will be making a crunching noise as we exit the bus and arrive at our desired destination; Camp Kyojin

The crowd of rowdy teenagers is getting clearer; I can see the shape of some of the taller kids, this is so exciting! I can't even fathom how eager I am to be joining him, my heart is pounding; racing even.

As the song changes to a lesser hit that isn't obligatory sing along material, my parents turn to face me. My mother looks more concerned than my dad. Maybe because she's the one who paid the bus fare.

"Hon, are you okay? You didn't sing along?"

Dad pushes up his glasses, turning to face the front as the car eases toward the drop off point. "Are you feeling sick?"

"Only with anticipation." I laugh as the car parks and the teenagers swarm like a mass of flies around a discarded ice lolly. I can make out a few faces, namely of my eager friends, clawing their ways forward to see who is coming, my eyes train on several familiar faces- oh my God, what is Eren wearing? Is that a snapback? Lord have mercy!

"You worry me sometimes, Kiddo." My dad laughs, leaning into the back and ruffling my hair. "You ready to go?"

"Absolutely! Ha! Eren's squished his face against the glass!" I snort. Oh the perks of darkly tinted windows; he seems to be squinting to get a glance of me, sat in the backseat.

"C'mon, hon, let's get your suitcase." My mum climbs out of the driver's side and seems to be telling everybody to get away from the car. I can only guess, but everybody is backing away from the door.

With a push, I dramatically open the door and step out, striking a pose.

"Eren!" What? What happened to Eren? Glancing down, I spot the brunet crumpled up on the floor.

"Shit, Eren, what happened!" I gasp, bending down to look at him.

"You...You...You just hit me with the door-" Eren mutters, skin now angry and sore.

"Ouch, sorry." I rub the back of my neck awkwardly.

"Come on, Hon, we're blocking the drop off point, hurry up and get your bags!" Mum shouts.

"Coming!"

"That's her MUM? They look nothing alike! Sasha looks bland and boring in comparison!" One of my snarkier campmates sneers. I glare at the girl in the weird blush lacy crisscross sundress thing as she smirks at me, dark hair in its usual style.

That's harsh to say the least, I look nothing like my mum since she is constantly dying her hair, which is naturally the same colour as mine, a vibrant rich and silky blond. I inherited my eye colour from my father, so you can barely see resemblances between my mother and I. I look "just like my dad" what can I say? Other than, just you wait Mina, I'll get you back for that?

"Here you go, Hon. Have a great time at Camp, take pictures and use the sun cream in your case." Mum gives me a quick hug.

Dad's arms snake around me too, when did he leave the car? Did he not trip over Eren?

"We'll miss you Kiddo, don't come home with a tramp stamp. That's all I ask."

"Got it, Dad." Hmm... a tramp stamp? Shall I get a fake tattoo just to annoy them? That's not a bad idea actually! I'll ask Mikasa to stick it on! It's brilliant, brilliant, brilliant!

"And don't get pregnant!"

"No promises, Sir!" Eren scoffs as Armin and Mikasa throw themselves on top of him, trying to muffle the rest of his comments, which are bound to focus upon the fact that I willingly opted into sharing the unisex cabin with my best friend and one more unlucky camper. And do so every year. And will continue to do so.

"SHUT IT EREN!" I snap.

"What was that?" Dad chuckles, raising an eyebrow at the teasing comments from the boy who was just bitch slapped by a car door, thanks to my theatricality.

"Nothing!" Mikasa and Armin chime sweetly, glaring daggers at Eren.

"Okay, take photos, use the sun cream, no tramp stamps, no pregnancy, call you when I can and let you know if I were dumb enough to want to come home?" I ask, making sure that I have caught – and mentally recorded all of the information my parents have fed me involving camp this year.

"Yes, Hon, here's your case." Mum smiles at me.

"I'll let you go now, have a great time at camp this year, Kiddo."

"Thanks, Mum, Dad!" I grin, taking my suitcase and adjusting my rucksack.

"Get over here, Sash'!" Eren commands, opening his arms. I charge into the fray of excited potential delinquents with a great smile, happy to be consumed by the positivity of my friends. I don't look back to wave at my parents. It's camp time now.