Cabin 304

6. He'd made progress but there was yet so much more to fix

Joanna's Point Of View

I stared at myself in the mirror, checking for any major flaws in my outfit. Of course, there were more than enough as usual. For example: my pants were too loose and my shirt fit weird... But that wasn't the point. Those were normal expectations from my clothes. I was just checking for large stains or rips.

After assuring that my outfit was at least presentable, I stuck my head out of the bathroom, focusing on the alarm clock next to my bed.

8:56 AM.

Just enough time to head over for church.

I grabbed my water bottle to prepare for hiking, when someone came into the cabin. For some reason, my heart skipped a beat. Despite being giddy about what had happened (well... technically 'said') between Justin and I, I was a nervous wreck. I had a feeling something was coming next for me.

The girl who bunked above me came in, blowing bubbles with her gum and popping them in her mouth. We made eye contact, which brought her to smile at me lightly. "Oh, hey Joanna."

I waved. "Hey Bree," I said back. I had asked Megan about her on Friday during the last age mingle. She had said hi to me before, using my name which I was confused about. How did she even know my name? I pushed the thought away, asking Megan if she knew her. She didn't go to school with her, but she spent her summer vacation here last year as well. She thentold me her name was Bree Baker. She was going to be a junior in high school and was hated by Candice. I felt a moment of comfort as she said that.

At least I'm not alone.

"Sorry about the orange juice incident. Rough. Candice is such a little bitch," Bree snapped me out of my thoughts, catching my attention as she said 'orange juice'.

I raised my eyebrows at that. "You saw too?" I asked, hoping there was a slim chance that at least one person didn't have to witness the most humiliating point of my teen years.

"Nope!" She responded. I sighed with relief. Yes... "Everyone's talking about it." No! My heart beat quickened, and I forced myself to swallow, even though my throat and mouth were dry. I mean, what did I expect? This was no 'out of sight, out of mind' deal. "Anyway, you heading over to church?" She asked.

I nodded, refusing to speak. I was planning on being stubborn with her. I'm not sure, maybe I'm PMSing, but honestly... who wouldn't know that breaking the news to someone, that everyone is talking about them would make them feel a bit upset? Its common sense and it appears to me that someone needs to educate themselves about it. I cleared my throat, looking up at her after tightening the lid on my water bottle.

She stared at me, as if she were expecting me. I considered the fact that she was thinking I would ask if she was going hiking, like she had asked if I was going to church. That's common sense too, I guess. You act like you're interested in someone else just to be polite when they're interested in you. But I wasn't thinking straight. I was completely out of place today... at least it felt like it.

I walked passed her, refusing to make eye contact. I felt guilty for wanting to be rude to her since she bluntly told me that people were talking about me. I mean, how would she know that my day was transforming me into some sensitive, inconsiderate... bitch?

I sighed, arriving into the large church that was placed directly to the right of the campfire room. It was large, for an obvious reason. Half of camp attended church at a time, which meant around five hundred kids (not even counting mention staff members!) couldn't be stuffed into a small, claustrophobic space. I sat down in the nearest spot, seeing that I was one of the last rushing in, taking any free spot. I spotted the annoying orange haired kid, or otherwise known as Freddie, sitting in front of me. Unfortunately, right next to me sat Spencer, who was completely ignoring my existence.