"listen you little squirt... if I wanted to be woken up at 6 in the morning I would set a flipping alarm, not have a child do it for me, understand?" I asked Marie after she screamed bloody Mary at the top of her lungs for around 10 minutes.
Honestly, I was not technically invited to go into the Miller tent but when she crying and whining didn't stop, I took actions into my own hands, I invaded privacy.
I stormed in there in my pyjamas and fuzzy slipper boots that I had bought in case I got cold and unleashed hell on that little girl, probably the most hell she had ever seen anyone emit in her entire life (mainly because her parents cannot say no to anything).
"excuse you?" Claire asked me after I took a deep breath,
"yes?" I asked her with a raised eyebrow which dragged the bags under my eyes up a little bit so it looked like I had a smoky eye going on,
"do you mind? Some of us are trying to sleep here," she muttered before turning away, putting her earplugs back in and blanking the fact that her daughter was screeching,
"I'm sorry that she woke you," Clive apologised quietly as Marie sat there traumatised by me,
"I'm not," Louie piped up as he watched from the room that he and Calvin shared,
I frowned in disgust just before he muttered ouch from being hit in the head by his brother who soon after mouthed 'sorry' to me before zipping up their fabric doorway and returning to sleep.
"now... is she going to stop?" I asked as I put a hand on my hip with my brow still raised,
"yes, it won't happen again," Clive shook,
"it better not because I'm going home tomorrow," I muttered before treading through the morning dew back to my tent over the other side our reserved camp.
"what was going on?" Bear asked me as I stepped into the tent,
"Marie, that's all I'm going to say," I muttered before falling back to sleep myself.
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when I woke up again at 9, I felt really tired and extremely groggy from the rude awakening at the dawn of my day,
"morning camper, fancy some eggs?" dad sounded chirpily,
as I thought about whether I wanted eggs or not, my mind reminisced about the fact that I hadn't called Megan to tell her about the adventure I got on last night.
Firstly, Blaze and I got quite close to which he nearly kissed me but Harry decided to pop his annoying head into our connecting time and ruin the moment.
Secondly, as we got back to the camp after the spooky walk through the woods, we saw that all of the adults had gone to bed as there were a few beer cans and a half eaten chocolate bar. After we got back, Harry tried to talk to me but I completely blanked me which was very bad of me.
Then I went to sleep feeling guilty for ignoring Harry in the duration of that time we were back at the camp.
"yes I would like some eggs please," I said with a tired smile as I went to go and sit in the camper chair I always sat in; the one next to the other two chairs.
Shortly after I sat down, blaze came over and sat on the log in silence eating a plate of scrambled eggs and a few rashes of bacon.
"morning," I blurted out after around a minute of awkward silence,
his head shot up with a piece of bacon hanging out before swallowing what he had left, taking a slug of his orange juice and answering, "hi," he smiled in the rugby player way he does,
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Weekend With The Gods
Short StoryOh, My, God. Outside in the driveway was a beat up, old Volkswagen camper van. It's also blue... And very, VERY bright. Sitting in the driver's seat was our dad, who was gallantly beeping the horn for everyone to hear. I sighed and walked out of the...
