WEIRD

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UGH WHAT IS THIS SMELL? OMG THIS STINKS

Well first impression is really important. And this is not a good point for the camp. The bus driver looked at me when i entered the bus.
"What are ya doin' here mate?" He said while his cigarette was hanging out from his mouth.
"Uh, Ohm *clears throat* i'm looking for the bus that goes to the camp. Is this it?" I ask quetly. Because i can see people staring at me.
"Yes this is the right one. But its only 7:30, the check in wont be happening till 8:00 and we are leaving by 9:00 so you are early" Well...Shit
"But there are already people sitting there" i say while looking around, checking the guys on the back of the bus. They are around 12-13 i guess. Nice is this some kind of kindergarten or what?
"Oh yea. That's my son Alex and his friend James. JAMEY, ALEX COME HERE and greet the new guy"
They look at my direction. Put their game figure down or whatever there were playing with and come to meet me.
"AYEE hey mate i'm James and this is Alex"
"Hey" Alex says. I can tell he is the more quiet one.
"Hey guys... uh my name is Stiles." I say. This is awkward. Introducing myself to two 12 year old guys wasnt the part of my plan. Well the whole camp wasnt the part of my plan.
"What da hell is a Stiles?" James asks in confusion. RUDE. I mean I understand that my name is unusual but nobody ever said it out loud.
"Aye James be nice to him, Anyways ill put your suitcase tot he trunk. Take a seat and ill tell you later how to check in.
"Thanks" I really want to go home now. Well i guess i can. But i dont have a house key. Nor a way to go home. So i walk down the isle and take a seat in front of the last row. I guess ill just sleep. I have 25 minutes.
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STYLE!...STYLE!
"Oh shut up Jamie. It is pronounced STIJLES,             S-T-I-J-L-E-S"
"If you know it better. Then why am i the one waking him up?" Little did they know I was awake the whole time. People can say some real mean things when they think that you don't understand/hear them.
"Okay i'll wake him up. STIJLES hey you gotta wake up. Its 8:00 the check in has started"
"Why do you keep talking to him when he's clearly can't hear you?"
I open my eyes just wide enough to see them staring at each other.
"Hey guys. Im awake, what's wrong?" They didn't look at me. They just kept staring at each other like they saw a ghost.
I clap my hands together to get their attention.
Still nothing.
Then Alex looked at me
"Oh n-n-nothing. I just remembered that my dad asked us to help him with the luggages. We gotta go"
"Y-Y-Yeah." This was the only thing Jamie could squeeze out before Alex grabbed his are and dragged him away from me.
What wrong with them? I quickly check my hair. And my breathe. Okay. Nothings is wrong with me. Its must be some childish joke. Ugh i gotta go and check in. Which means more interaction with more weird people. How great.
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Okay, this is just too much for me. The line is legit a mike long. And who's the last person? You gessed it. Me. Obvs.
*30 mins later*
Ugh finally i turn.
"Hey how are you today?" A girl in her mid 20 asked with a huge smile on her face as I approached the register table.
"Good thanks, and you?" I asked because that's what you are supposed to do when someone ask a question.
"Great. So can I get your name"
"Stiles Sebastian Stilinski"
"Can you repeat your last name?" Now she isnt smiling. Well thats about me trying not to be too bitchy.
"Stilinksil"
"How do you spell it?" Ugh what a bitch.
"This isnt some spelling bee competition. You heard it for the first time didnt you?"
"Yea i did. But they told me to be rude to you. Im sorry" what da fuck is happening. Nooo its not nearly enough for my parents to send me here. Noooo they had to tell everyone to be rude to me. This is going to be a loooong 2weeks
"What a surprise."
"You did something really bad didnt you?"
"How'd you know?" Okay now im curious. I dont like that cocky smirk on her face.
"Well parents only tell us to be rude if their lids did something really nasty. Just like in your case."
"Wait this is a thing? I thought that only my parents could do something like this." Its good to know that not my parents are the only crazy ones in America."
"Yes apparently this is what we do. Now tell me why are you here?"
"You already know way more information about me. And you're only supposed to register me. So no. I wont tell you"
"Okay, okay. Fine. Stiles heres the key to your cabin. Every adult has a plus one just in case. But dont lose it. Your seat is 15 row. Right side. Next to the window." She said like its some kind of daily routine of hers"
"Wait i have assigned seat on the bus?" This is to much.
"Yes. So we know who isnt here. Oh hea and dont forget your cabin mates. You'll find each other."
"Well thanks i guess"
"Bye"
"Bye" oh my gosh. I already hate this camp. My keychain for the cabin has a cross and a lamb on it. Great.
I go up to the bus with my bag. Because we only can keep our bags with us. I count to the 15th row on the bus and sit next to the window. Only a few people are here. I want to take a nap really bad. But its 9:00 so that means we are leaving.
More and more people are coming and taking their seats. There comes a tall guy. He is about 6"3 he looks at my place and sits next to me.
"Hey" he says in a deep tone.
"Hey i'm stiles. And you are?"
"Isaac."
"Hey Isaac its nice to meet you"
"Yea whatever" okay now he is rude and ignorant. He doesnt wven paying attention to me. He is just staring out the window."
"OKAY LADIES. IM THE COACH. I GOT YOU ALL. TO BABYSITT DURING THE CAMP. OKAY HERE ARE SOME RULES.
1st: this isnt a normal summer camp. We are here to make you guys behave like normal teenagers.
2nd: Everything is how i say. No talking back. No talking why i talk. And dont yell. You cant eat nor drink on the bus. Clear. Good. You'll have more information about you're daily routine when we get there.
OH I ALMOST FORGOT MY FAVORITE PART.
WHO HAS A CELL PHONE IN HAND?"
Since we are all normal teenagers and all of us has a phone. Everyone raises their hand up.
"Niccce. Now give them to me. Every single one. There is no tolerance for phones. Youll get it back at the end of the week."
Everyone grins. And yell something. What da fuck is happening. Im not giving my phone to this psychopath.
"Oh i forgot to mention this is my colleague Derek. Derek introduce yourself"
Holy shit. This man is hot. He has a baseball hat on. He has a beard. Gorgeous light blue eyes. Almost white. He is tall and so muscular. His shirt will tear up if he flexes one muscle, and his smile. WoW.
"Hey guys im Derek. I will be your P.E teacher kind of. And i will teach you guys how to go camping. Just like adults."
He has a box in his hand.
"And he's gonna collect the phones. So give it to him. I wouldn't want to get into a fight with him"
Derek starts to collect the phone. And to my surprise everyone is giving it to him.
He reaches my row. And holds the box up to my face.
"Phone" he says
"I dont have one"
"And im a unicorn, now give it to me"
"Finne."
I reach into my backpack and give him my shitty phone.
Thank god i have two phones. The other one is my normal everyday one.
"I hate this too" he says.
Ugh okay bye.
He is definitely a werewolf. But i've never seen a werewolf with and eye if this color. I'll ask Scott via txt when we get there.
"Great. Now we can go finally. Again no drinking nor eating on the bus" The Coach says. And the driver starts to drive.
This is a 2,5 hour trip. So im just going to get some sleep.
I put my bag against the window and lay my head on it.
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FINALLY!!  A long chapter. Hope you guys enjoyed it. Derek is introduced in this one. And he will be some kind if werewolf. But a special one. Which one doenst even exist in the Show. I'll update very soon. Also dont mind my english. The tenses probably change like 5 times during this chapter. But whatever

Ps.  I realized that no one reads my story so im just talking to myself. So hope you enjoyed it. And update when you feel like it. Biches im out. Byee

-AARON😘

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