The Anti-Humans

The Anti-Humans Chapter 2

We travelled in our car for a good two hours. The camp, you see, was in Cornwall, and as I lived in London, it was a long drive. As we finally got there (Colin was on his I-pod, and I was doing some more drawing), we saw the gates of " camp summertime ". Someone had messed up. The weather was damn awful. The rain pelting down the window stopped me from seeing almost anything, I could only just make out the sign. Waiting in a claustrophobic, run down box, was a middle-aged, slightly podgy, man.

"Ah, you must be the Walker family" said the man to my father. I didn't know why, but I immediately disliked him.

"Yes, that's us" replied my father.

"Very good, now, if you want to let your children out of the car, we'll take it from here."

"Thank you very much sir," my father said, as he left the car, and started helping the man get the bags out of the boot.

After we had said goodbye, and all that mushy stuff, my dad left the camp site, in the "care" of the man, whose name was Mr. Pigsberry, "a fitting name," I thought to myself.

"So, children, we will be having lots of fun, won't we?" he asked. Silence.

"WON'T WE!" He boomed, making us jump out of our skin.

"Yes sir" we said, standing to attention.

He led us through the woods, and finally, into a campsite. There, we were treated to the view of hundreds of kids, the youngest being seven, and the oldest eighteen. A new man, Mr. Oscar, led us to a room, in which was a sheet.

"This is a list of the rooms, and the people who you will be sharing with". He pointed to a list, and both me and Colin immediately looked at it, scrutinising it, until we could find our names.

"So I'm with Benjamin Wheeler," said Colin.

"And I'm with Candice Mutton" I said.

We were led to our rooms, and led to uncertainty...