Camp Hazelbrooke

Chapter 2

By the time everyone finally managed to get off the bus, Mother Nature decided she was pms-ing and wanted to take out some of the pain on us (us being the campers).

She did so by frying us alive.

I had a feeling that my face was beginning to look like a tomato.

Just great.

Since I figured we wouldn't be moving any time soon, I decided to take a little walk and hopefully meet someone who shared my misery.

I stood up from where I was seated on the gravel parking lot and began to walk towards a red head a few yards away.

She seems nice I thought to myself as I approached her and a brunette, who I assumed was her friend.

"Hi," I announced as I reached them. "I'm Spencer."

Neither turned around.

The fuck?

"Hi," I said again, only this time a little louder.

The brunette turned to look at me and scowled.

What was that all about?

Her red headed friend soon followed suit.

"Are you talking to us?" The brunette squeaked suspiciously.

"No I'm talking to the grass, don't mind me!" I scoffed. "Of course I'm talking to you!"

"Oh, in that case I'm Natalia," quickly said the brunette, now named Natalia.

She seems like a bitch.

"And I'm Cheryl," answered the red head as she flipped her hair and looked me up and down with her eyes.

She seems like a bitch too.

I chuckled, "Your parents’ fans of those Archie comic books I suppose?"

Cheryl frowned and clicked her tongue in disgust while Natalia gasped.

"No you dimwit," she replied angrily.

Okay, my suspicion is confirmed. They both are bitches.

Just my luck.

I rolled my eyes and Cheryl huffed.

Seconds later, the duo walked away kicking up dust and gravel in their wake.

"That was pointless," I muttered as I walked back towards the spot where I left my bags.

Once I reached there, I bent down and began rummaging through my bag in hopes of finding something to do.