Chapter 1

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A/N: her picture on the side.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. I slam the alarm clock and take the silk blanket off of me.

I yawn and reach for my tablet. It's connected to my hole room. I press the button which lifts my curtains up.

I squint as the sunshine pours into my room.

I do my daily routine, and freshen up. I wear denim high waisted shorts with a black long sleeved top tucked in. I look in my long length mirror. I have blond wavy hair that goes below my shoulders and green eyes.

I go over to my bed and fix it up. I mean I know I have a house maid but I have hands I could definitely do it myself. After I fix my bed I lay down and stare at my ceiling. What do I do. I have two months of holiday before i leave for university to study in business.

I hate the idea of the first day. It would be so awkward how will i make friends? It's gonna be weird if I just go up to a random student and say I don't know... "hi".

"Rosie breakfast is getting cold!" My mother calls out.

I wear my slippers and go down stairs. Our house is 4 stores tall so there were alot of them. When I reach the dining room. I see my mother and father sitting down having breakfast. My father was reading the newspaper while my mother was on the phone. I sit down and smile at bella the cheif who places the pancakes infront of me. Hell ya! I could do with some pancakes right about now.

I grab the maple syrup infront of me and pour it over my pancakes.

My mother clears her throat.

I turn towards her.

" honey i would like for you to be productive this summer"she stated

"Good morning to you too" I reply

Dad stifs a laugh but coughs once he sees the glare mom was giving him.

"Mom thanks but no thanks".

"You're going off to uni in two months and you need to be ready to start a new chapter in your life. And that includes making friends and yes I know you have been lacking in the friend department but I have a feeling your going to like this place I kno-"

"WHAT PLACE!?" I Interupt.

I turn to my dad and see him look at mom with wide eyes and when his eyes meet mine he opens and closes his mouth like a fish and covers his face with the newspaper.

Geez. Thanks mom, lacking in the friend department. In my old school everyone was basically rich so there wasn't anyone to use me for my money. Which in my mind is totally alright.

"Its summer camp"

"No way on earth-"

"Its a really modern camp"

"That doesn't matter it's the actual talking to strangers"

"That's why you need to go for social skills it's a great camp im sure you'll have lots of fun, I'm asking you not telling"

"Dad tell her"

"Oh would you look at the time I gotta go bye" he exuses himself and leaves.

I roll my eyes.

"I have already signed you up like 5 months ago it's so in everyone wants their kid to be in it, so you'll have children from high standard families attend the camp with you"

I groan "children!"

she quickly responds "I swear it's 16+"

"How long?"

"The hole of july" I give her a look

"Like I said im telling not asking, pack your things remember your sunscreen because their will be outdoor activities ,you know like one does when in camp you've never been so it will be a nice experience to write in your diary"

"Moooom it's a journal not a diary" I correct.

She makes a hmm sound. And gets up. "You'll be driving there on your own I'll send you the location oh and honey your still pouring syrup in your pancakes". She walks out.

What?

I look down at my plate and see that I'm still pouring the syrup. Oh crabcakes.

Yea I'm not too keen on swearing.

My phone beeps in my pocket. I look at the text my mom sent me. It was the location to a camp called Camp Compassion.

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A/N: that's the first chapter I will be updating soon because I know this is a new story and all. Sorry the first chapter was boring but it needed to be done. With that out the way I can write about the camp.

Ps. I got the camp name from FantasyNameGenerators.com

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