Maybe it wasnt so bad...

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'no!' i shouted stairs at mum 'I'm not going!...how would you feel having to leave all your friends in the holiday to go to a stupid summer camp, I have been to loads before. They're s**t!'

Mum sighed, she had a busy time coming up but I am not coping another 5 weeks in that death camp. I dived onto my freshly washed bed, it smelt like lavender and chamomile...I sat there,thinking, thinking about what the 'fun sun summer camp' was going to be like this year, crap no doubt.

I heard footsteps.

My door opened slowly and mum walked in and sat at the bottom if the bed.

She was quite at first but the began to speak 'darling I know you hate the summer camps and I feel horrible making you go there but my bastard boss won't let me have any time did so there would be no one to look after you, how about you go and as soon as you get back I could pay for you to go to the m.a.d and one direction concert tickets you wanted'

She had done it, made me feel bad, bribed me, forced me to go against my will, we'll I'm not, she will have to drag me out with me screaming and my legs kicking about.