Sweater Weather

The First Fire

Author's Note: Hey! So I have no idea when the last time I updated anything was but I'm guessing it was a little while ago. BUT in my defense, I started my first semester of college and I've been mainly focused on that for the past few weeks. Anyway, here's a chapter. I read over it and decided it's a little too corny for my taste but then again, I wrote it... Just read it though-- plus there's an important element in this chapter that is vital to the story.

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Enjoy the major corn that lies below these words vvvvvvv :)

Down at the campfire, everyone is gathered around a fire that's as big as my house. I'm waiting for Smoky the Bear to jump out at any minute and tell us "Only YOU can prevent forest fires."

...And then he would smack all of us with his claws and go all bear crazy because this fire looks like it's about to eat us alive.

Everyone is talking and laughing, and a few of the younger kids are running around looking for campfire sticks. It's cozy here. Just what I needed.

"Marshie?" asks a girl holding out a bag of marshmallows. I'm actually kind of full from dinner since I practically grabbed it and scarfed it down in a total of three minutes. I hold up a hand. Thinking about eating anything else makes me want to gag. I didn't even go oink this time.

"No thanks." This always happens to me. I eat too much at camp and don't have enough room for campfire smores, or snacks. Ugh, why? Why do I do this to myself??

She shrugs and asks the person next to me, which is Jamie. He roasts a couple marshmallows and then smushes it in between a chocolate bar and some gram crackers, making a smore. He takes a bite of it and hoots.

"Man that's good!" he says with his mouth full. He looks at me, and holds it in front of my face. "Want some, Bestie?"

I turn my face away.

"Okayyy, suit yourselfff..." he sings and slowly pulls it away like he's giving me another chance to take a bite.

"Okayyy, I willll..." I mimic, still looking in the other direction.

"Hey," says Halley as she sits down.

"Hey." I smile. "Are you going to make a smore?" I ask.

She shakes her head, roughly. "Uh-uh. I hate smores." she says with disgust.

My jaw drops. "How can you hate smores? Everyone loves smores!" I say.

"I don't see you with one." She smirks and looks down at my empty hands. I burry them inside the pocket of Carter's sweater.

"I'm too full." I say.

"Uh-huh, sure..." she looks at me with disbelief.

"Honest!" I say. She laughs and I laugh a little too.

After a second our laughs die off. I brush some hair behind my ear. "Umm. Did you know that the girls were talking about me behind my back?" I ask.

She looks at me with wide eyes. "What? Who?" she asks.

"Kat, Sandra, Jessie and Emily."

"Emily??" She chokes out. "No, Emily wouldn't do that... What were they saying?"

"I mean it wasn't like so horrible that I would like hate them or go bat crap crazy on them for it... They were just saying that I was hanging out with the guys too much and that I was turning into one-"