Welcome To Camp Vereiha {h.s. au}

Chapter 1

"Are you excited, sweetie?" My grandma asked with a big smile on her face as we approached the airport.

"Oh yeah, I just can't wait to go to the summer camp where my parents murdered." I replied sarcastically, earning a deep sigh from her.

"You're the one who wanted to go there, dear." She spoke weakly, making me feel a pang of guilt in my stomach.

"You're right, I'm sorry grandma. I'm just really anxious." I apologized as I bit down on my bottom lip to keep myself from rambling.

She smiled sweetly with wide baby blue eyes. My grandma always wore her hair short and dyed it dark brown since she refused to have it white. She dressed how grandmas usually do- really cringing matching shirts, pants, and shoes.

She helped me get my suitcase out of the trunk of her car as she sighed with a small frown. I smiled sympathetically at her, knowing it was hard for her to see me go.

She'd always been overprotective with me. I wasn't even allowed to go to school, I had to be home schooled. I had no friends and I never went anywhere without her. But for whatever reason, I was ok with that.

Fortunately, she let me have a laptop, which was the only electronic device we owned. I wasn't allowed to have any social media, which was easy to live without since I had no desire to have it.

I didn't get out much and was permanently labeled as a freak, along with herself in the small town we lived in, located in Maine. We never really spoke with anyone else.

My grandma would congratulate me over my intelligence which gave me all the self confidence I needed.

I grew up not comparing myself to models or anyone around me, but I also never got told that I was pretty. Ever. But that was ok. I didn't need to be told that I was pretty, I was quite happy with my looks.

Today I was wearing converse, ripped jeans, a black and white crop top, and a burgundy beanie. Not really exciting, but I believe I looked nice. I only wear mascara and occasionally lip gloss. I'm not a big fan of makeup.

I ran a hand through my long brown hair, glancing around at everything in the airport as we walked through it. I had never been to one before so I was completely in awe.

My grandma just laughed at me as she reached over to shut my open mouth with her slender wrinkly fingers. I smiled at her in embarrassment before walking towards a line of people who were going through door-like machines.

"Grandma, what is that?" I asked in a hushed whisper as I stared at the beeping machinery.

"It detects metal, dear." She said through a small chuckle.

"Hm." I just hummed to myself in fascination as I got in line.

I've always wanted to visit a place like this with machines. It was all so interesting. I've always wanted to be an engineer but my grandma insisted that I studied medicine to be a nurse.

I shoved my hands in my pockets with a small smile as she set my suitcase on the mini conveyer belt under a tiny metal detector meant for luggage. She had tears in her eyes as she turned to face me. She pulled me into a bone crushing hug, causing my eyes to widen.

"You be good, now. Sit with anyone if they're sitting alone. Unless they look like a murderer, then don't do that." She started, making me laugh against her shoulder. "Don't take drinks from anyone. If they have a party, don't do drugs or drink. And when you come back home, you better come back a virgin."