Every year, the same thing happened the night before camp started. I knew I wouldn't sleep for more than two hours. I was eager to reunite with my best friends Blaire and Zander. Soon what felt like hours passed and I still hadn't fallen asleep. Finally at 4:00 in the morning, I did. Barely 3 hours later, I was up again getting ready for the big day. I put on my new camp shirt and ripped jean shorts with my high top converse. I threw my day old straightened hair into a high ponytail and put on only mascara. I finished in half an hour, it then being 7:30. I went outside to wait for the bus knowing I was an hour early. I waited for what seemed like forever until hearing the small yellow bus cruising around her corner. I jumped up from our porch and sprinted to the doors of the bus. I walked on the bus and said hi to the bus driver. Her name was Kelly, and she was very nice. She had short dirty blonde hair and was only a few inches taller than me. She'd been my bus driver for the past two years. I walked to the seat in the back of the bus and we began driving to the camp. 15 minutes later, I was finally there. I walked into the camp, feeling the anticipation rushing within me. I walked in the main entrance and looked around. I saw my group at the picnic tables and ran as fast as she could. I look around until making eye contact with Blaire. I sprinted to Her and hugged her for what seemed like forever. I hadn't seen her in forever and I had missed her more than ever. "Blaire I missed you so much," "Where's Zander," I asked questionably, "he's not coming Aria..." I pulled away from Blaire not knowing what would happen. This year was going to be different.
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summer love
Teen Fiction14 year old Aria had been going to the same camp since she was 4 years old. She grew up with her friends, and during the school year longed to see them. Every summer they played sports and went on trips. It was the same thing every year, but they al...
