Iceland's Diary: It Began In Summer

Thursday, July 21

Dear Diary:

They forced us to get up at 5 am. I only got 3 hours of sleep. Everyone else surprisingly slept well. I'm so lucky.

They called us into the "cafeteria" and served us "breakfast". Now, please believe me when I say that I'd rather swallow England's food before eating their trashy breakfast ever again.

After breakfast, Hong Kong didn't feel so well. He said that the food tasted like elephant shit and he had to stay in bed for a while. I gave him some licorice so he would forget the horrible taste of the "breakfast". Yes diary, I brought a bucket of licorice with me. So what? I'm not obsessed with licorice. Licorice is obsessed with me. Now shut your thoughts up.

At 7 am, they made us go outside and form four groups of four people. Since Hong Kong was feeling better, they forced us into participating. Hurray

The guide (luckily not the obnoxious one) explained the "group activity" to us. We were supposed have a big race between groups and reach some sort of giant tree or whatever. Then, one member of each group had to climb it (we all have to be at the tree before that) and get one of the two flags that were on the highest branch. (I don't know why only two though) After you got the flag, a different person had to run back to "base" and place the flag there. The first team to make it won a medal.

To be honest with you, this sounds like one of those shitty activities that kids to at birthday parties. Now that I think about it, I think that everyone's either 12 or younger....

Anyways...

We all got to our places and then suddenly, the guide blew a whistle. We all started running. This girl named Sandra was first, Billy was second (damn you Billy!), Hong Kong was second and this boy Alan was fourth. I was almost in eleventh place. Lili was last. We had a short chat

Me: HEY FRANKENSTEIN-

Her: MY NAME'S LEACHTENSTEIN!

Me: SORRY!

So her name wasn't Frankenstein. It was Leachtenstein or something like that. I don't know how to write it. I'll have to ask her later

After a few seconds, Sealand was in second place, Hong Kong in fourth and Loochtenstein in sixth. I was in last place. Curse you, short legs.

After a while, everyone reached the tree, including me (Hong Kong had to carry me there because I tripped and fell on my face)

Sealand decided to climb the tree because:

Sealand: Seborga taught me how to climb trees!

I don't know who the hell Seborga is, but I don't care. As long as he got the flag, I was happy.

Sealand reached for the flag but when he was about to get it, this guy Steve grabbed it before him. Sealand jumped on top of Steve, knocked him out of the tree and got the flag back. That was so violent, but we got it, so, whatever

Somehow, Sealand thought that it was a good idea to give me the flag. They all trusted me (I guess) so I started running to get to the "base" (the base was just a piece of green cardboard) as quick as possible. I turned my head and, guess who I was racing against? You guessed it, diary. Billy. He ran pretty fast, but I thought that I could win. I started running even faster, and guess what? The idiot tripped over the same thing I did earlier. HAHAHA, EAT DIRT BILLY!

I made it to base and placed the flag in the little flag hole thingy (stop thinking pervy stuff, diary. Omg, one France is enough) My team cheered (sorta) for me, and for the first time in my life, I felt important... and very very tired.

The guides gave us a round piece of cardboard with cheap yellow paint, glitter and a string so we could use it or something. This is a wild guess, but I think that it was our "medal". I am not disappointed at all, after all, Switzerland sent his sister here so I guess that it was either really cheap or free.

They let us rest after that. Finally! I went back inside the cabin and saw Mr. Puffin sitting on my bed with my phone.

Mr. P: You got a text from those dorks again

Me: Norway and the rest?

Mr. P: Yeah

Me: Oh-

I grabbed my phone. I had four different texts

Norway: Hi little brother. How is camp?

Me: It's horrible, thank you

Norway: We ran out of coffee

Me: I don't care

Norway: I can hear the sound of dead people sing

Me: Go get some sleep

I opened the second text from Denmark

Denmark: Norge, I can't find my toothbrush

Me: You got the wrong number idiot

Denmark: HI ICEY

I opened the the third message from Finland

Finland: You got five minutes to read this or else you'll suffer the same pain this little boy did. A boy named Greg fell of his bike five years ago and scrapped his knee. If you don't repost this to at least 1 of your closest friend, you will fall off your bike and scrape your knee as well

Finland: I'm sorry, but I can't let that happen. I sent this to everyone I know!

Me: You don't even have a bike

Finland: Who knows?

And the least text from Sweden

Sweden: You got five minutes to read this or else you'll suffer the same pain this little boy did. A boy named Greg fell of his bike five years ago and scrapped his knee. If you don't repost this to at least 1 of your closest friend, you will fall off your bike and scrape your knee as well

Sweden: Sorry, this was supposed to go to Finland

I threw my phone on my bed. Then I remembered that Mr. Puffin was next to me. Oh gosh, diary... I HIT MR. PUFFIN WITH MY PHONE!!! He made a weird noise and then dragged himself under the bed. I'm a terrible person. I'm going to eat some licorice now. Be right back

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DIARY THERE'S A WEIRD NOISE COMING FROM THE CLOSET I'M SO SCARED THAT I CAN'T- *the rest of the paragraph are just a bunch of scribbles*

Diary, I almost got a heart attack. I opened the closet and it was just Mr. Puffin singing. He explained that he sings when he's bored. I promise that I will never allow him to be bored again.

I'm going to bed now. I'm very tired. Me and Sealand swapped beds so I could sleep better. (nyehehe, poor Sealand) I'll just put you under my pillow for tonight. Good night diary. I'll see you tomorrow if I survive tonight.

-Iceland