Third Person Point Of View
The road was getting bumpier and bumpier as they approached the path, which headed towards their destination. It was hours away from home, but frankly, that's exactly where Joanna Grey wanted to be. She looked fifteen, maybe even slightly older if she wore make up. But of course, in the household she was raised in, that was highly frown upon. Although her physical appearance certainly screamed woman (take it from the hormonal boys who attended her school), she acted and was treated like she was years younger. Her bang-less hair was put into a long braid down her back, giving her the modest look that her parents seemed to approve of.
"I hear Patricia's son will be there, Jim. Do you think he'll cause any trouble, with..." Grace trailed off, motioned her head upward, meaning backward, meaning her teenage daughter who sat in the back. Joanna fought the urge to roll her hazel eyes.
As if my naïveté was really that bad.
"Don't worry, honey. There are plenty of good Christian kids to influence him. I'm convinced he has an interest in reconnecting with the lord, if he's willing to commit his summer to him." Her mother smiled, nodding as Jim put a warm palm onto her knee.
Joanna couldn't care less though. She looked down at her phone, wishing that she could text what she had typed into her phone.
I HATE my parents.
But knowing that they monitored her messaging, she merely sighed and pressed the end button.
"There it is!" Joanna's mom squealed, as she saw a large wooden sign, half covered in moss with the words, Camp Mary's, engraved in it. She sighed, taking out the ear bud which she simply put in to fool her parents into thinking she was listening to gospel music, when really she was listening in on their conversations. "Are you excited, Joanna?" Her mom asked, glancing in the rear view mirror.
"Ecstatic, actually." She replied, showing no emotion. Although this was ten times better than staying at home with her parents, she couldn't help but to feel disappointed, knowing that she wouldn't know a single soul there. Plus, every kid was going to discuss Jesus, and that make her want to tear her hair out.
Her mother frowned, exchanging glances with her father, who soon pulled up into a free parking space. The car had stopped slowly, and the keys were taken out of the ignition tensely. There was something on her dad's mind. Both of her parents turned to look at her-her mother... barely, because of the stomach. Another plus for leaving the house: she wouldn't be stuck with a nagging pregnant woman for three months.
"Now Joanna, don't think that just because you're away for the summer, that the regular rules don't apply," He father said sternly, almost sounding as if he was on the verge of threatening her. "I don't want a counselor calling me, claiming you have been seditious, do you hear me?"
Joanna hadn't noticed that her hand was clenching the door handle, until she responded with a confident 'yes'.
He nodded once. "Good. Now take this." He handed her a laminated piece of paper, typed in Bookman Old Style font. All capitals.
NO FORNICATION
NO USE OF ANY SORT OF SUBSTANCE
NO MAKE UP
NO VULGAR LANGUAGE
And the list went on and on. Taking a deep, exasperated breath, she nodded, licking her lips. It wasn't exactly the kind of list any teenager would ever want to lay eyes on. In fact, she might have been the last person wanting to see it, although she was always raised around very strict, religious rules. She packed it into her open shoulder bag, not wanting to see it anymore.
"Have a nice time, honey!" Her mom beamed from the car, as they began to back out of the parking space. They hadn't wasted a minute, signing Joanna in and running towards the car. Her mother seemed incredible happy, which only made her mood worsen. Maybe she did hate her parents, but who didn't like attention from them?
Letting out a whimper of partial relief, and partial strain, she put her last bag onto the cart the camp had given out.
The entire time was pushing her bags toward the cabin she'd been assigned to, Cabin 298, she became more and more angry. Not a single ounce of sweat was placed onto their brow as they dropped her off, and for what? So they could get rid of her for the summer, but still restrict her from... well, having fun?! She huffed, kicking a rock that she saw on the ground. It looked tons lighter than it actually was.
"Shoot!" She muttered, bending forward to hold her foot, while still holding on the cart. She leaned over, unfortunately making the cart lose balance just to drop all her stuff with a loud crash. "Oh just fantastic." She said under her breath, pushing the cart off of its side.
"Is this yours?" She looked up from her bag, not to the person, but to what they were holding. The material reflected the sunlight into her eyes, making her squint.
The list!
She was quick to stand up and grab it, being the first thing she placed onto the cart. Joanna planned to pile the rest of her back on top, to ensure that it wouldn't land into someone else's hands again.
Speaking of which...
She looked up, to see a boy towering over her.
He must be one of the counselors... She thought.
"Uh, thanks," She said quietly, when realizing that he was attractive. Really attractive. He was like the ego-killer. She felt so ugly in comparison, even though they were the opposite sex. His hair was lighter than hers, almost a light almond color in the sun, and his medium brown eyes looked a lot more attractive than hers. They were almost a solid brown, when hers were confusingly hazel.
Thanks, genetics.
"Did you just get here?" He asked, standing there. It should have been so awkward, considering she was almost dead silent, and he was just gawking at her, waiting for a response. But no. He managed to look strangely natural.
"Yeah," She replied, suddenly remembering her bags were in the grass, as she looked to the ground, avoiding eye contact.
"Here," He said, grabbing a large duffel bag in each palm, and setting them onto the cart, without struggle. She noticed his tan arms were flexed, putting them onto the cart.
Her non-Christian mind moaned a "yum."
Wait... What?
"Justin, get over here!" A voice called from across the field. Both of them looked to their right, seeing two older looking boys calling the mysterious ego-killing hunk. Both had brown hair, and were oddly attractive.
Am I in the wrong camp or something?
He waved. "Be there in a second!" He yelled back, smiling at them. They both saw the girl, getting it. Both of them nodded, and ran away down the hill they had just come up.
"So... see you around?" He asked, backing up.
Her mind was screaming.
How would Megan Fox reply? She asked herself, knowing the woman was practically oozing sex. She visualized her waving seductively, while flashing a pretty smile.
Joanna nodded, practically stone faced. If it weren't for those corners of her lips that were slightly pulled up, it would have almost looked like she was angry with him.
He smiled before turning the rest of the way and headed down the hill, where the two boys met up with him again.
Remind me never to have any sort of contact with the opposite sex. Ever.
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FanficI was sick to my stomach, every time I heard the words “Why can’t you be more…?” I hated it. The fact that my obnoxiously religious parents were so incredibly strict that it majorly destroyed my social life and childhood was bad enough, but the fact...
