Camp Hazelbrooke

Chapter 1

Fuck.

Why was I forced to come here? To this hell hole?

I'm going to shoot somebody. Preferably the smelly blonde kid I'm forced to sit next to.

I swear the next time he sneezes on me I'm going to hurl his sorry ass out the window.

How many more hours until I can get off this disgusting old bus and run as far away as possible?

Don't ask me cause, I don't have a damn clue.

I sigh. This month is going to suck.

Why? You ask.

Well maybe it's because of the small fact that my parents hate my guts and want to torture me during my summer break.

Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating a little bit.

My parents are super rich. Like we-can-afford-to-buy-the-entire-state-of-New-York-and-we'll-still-have-money-leftover kind of rich.

As amazing as that sounds for me, it's actually pretty terrible.

See, they have no time for me at all. So instead of spending time with their only daughter in the summer, they choose to send her off to camp.

5 hours away from any form of civilization, whatsoever.

And who am I? You ask.

I'm Spencer Shaffer; a 16 year old brunette from San Francisco, California.

Anyway, my depressing thoughts about my parents were pushed out of my mind when I heard snoring. Yes, snoring.

I looked to my right to see Snotbag --the nicknamed I gave to the smelly (and probably sick) kid sitting next to me-- snoring away with his head pressed firmly against the seat in front of us.

At least it was better than him sneezing every two seconds.

Although, it was pretty loud and obnoxious.

After a while, it was starting to get on my nerves.

I contemplated jumping out of the bus, but I'm not that stupid.

After all, I really want to live until I get to camp because it is supposed to be so much fun!

I sincerely hope you notice my sarcasm.

If not, well you can leave now.

The bus counselor announced that we would be arriving at camp in a half hour. Yay.

I groaned in spite of almost being able to leave this prison (aka the bus).

Apparently, I was pretty loud and ended up waking up Snotbag from dreamland.

"Wh-what's going on?!?" he yelped as he fell off the seat while the bus made a sharp left turn.

I snickered, along with half of the bus, as he attempted to pick himself up off the grimy floor.

I almost felt bad for the kid. Almost.

But let's be real here.

I, Spencer Shaffer, do not feel bad for dweebs who bring these events upon themselves.

Snotbag was asking for it; sleeping on the bus, sneezing on me, not showering, drooling on me.

Basically, sitting next to me in general.

Even though I had nothing to do with what just occurred whatsoever.

Any who, he eventually managed to sit back on the edge of the three seater again, much to my dismay.

However, I quickly found out that I would not have to suffer through this torture for much longer.

Because the rickety old bus finally managed to pull into the camp's parking lot.

All I could see was a parking lot and a bunch of trees.

If there was any "camp" at all, it was invisible.

That or I'm blind.

The parking lot was legit in the middle of nowhere.

After looking out every window of the bus, all I could see was miles and miles of trees.

Nonetheless the blonde councilor, whose name I discovered was Stacy, said we had to get out anyway.

I wanted to murder her.

The instant Snotbag moved out of the seat with his backpack/duffel bag/freaking entire house, I grabbed my extremely small (like its super-duper small) duffel bag and was off the bus before you could say cupcake.

Why cupcake?

I don't know I'm just hungry.

The instant I stepped out if the disgusting bus I could already feel millions of mosquitos biting at my flesh as we speak.

If the boredom doesn't kill me at this camp, the mosquitos will.

"Alrighty everyone!" Shouted an overly perky voice from behind me.

I turned around to discover that the voice came from Stacy.

Fa-damn-tastic.

She continued (eww), "The camp is a little walk away so every camper has to carry their own baggage."

I heard Snotbag gasp from behind me and I cursed to myself.

This is not going to be fun.