Summer Bites(BOOK 3-Bites series)

Chapter 4

"Hey dad!" I yelled, waving when I got close to my door step.

"Oh, hey Melody!" he smiled, okay this was weird. Why was he smiling at me if I was in trouble? "I was just talking to Andrew's mom about sending you guys off to summer camp.

"Awesome!" I exclaimed happy that I wasn't going to be grounded. Then I processed what my dad had just said, summer camp? A month of campfires and kumbaya or whatever that was? Why dad, why? My idea of a perfect summer is not canoeing in a lake and sleeping in a cabin with a bunch of other snobby girls who believe in plastering makeup to their faces and painting nails. Ugh.

"Aren't we a little to 'old' for summer camp?" Andrew asked canoeing that I was freaking out on the inside.

"Yes, hon, that's why you're goin' to a camp for older kids." Ms. Rain's slight southern accent made the terrible news sound like a creamy piece of pie. I made a mental not to use a southern accent whenever I wanted to sound like a stupidly innocent farm girl.

"And how long does this camp last?" I asked, worried that it might last over the time of one weekend.

"Only about a month." My dad answered like it was nothing. I groaned, pushed past him, and entered my house. Andrew followed me as I ran into my room and collapsed into my bed.

"Hey, at least we'll be together." Andrew shrugged in the corner of the room.

"Yeah surrounded by a bunch of peer pressure and forest." I continued to sob as Andrew sat down on the bed next to me. The next morning at eight my dad shoved me out of the comfort of my home into the harsh New York landscape. The only thing that kept me company was my small suitcase and cup of coffee.

After about thirty minutes a large yellow school bus pulled up to my door step, "Melody Walters?" the bus driver read off from his clip board in a raspy voice.

"That's me." I frowned and headed onto the bus. Andrew was sitting at the back of the machine next to a girl. She looked about my age and had beach blonde hair. She looked like a cheer leader and almost every square inch of her face was plastered with makeup. I felt sorry for Andrew; cheerleader girl seemed to be droning on about the most boring of things. When he saw me walking down the aisle he sighed audibly and said, "There's my girlfriend. I have to go now."

He made an effort to stand but cheerleader girl placed her hand down on his shoulder and pushed him back down onto the hard bench. "I'm sure she won't mind."

That made anger boil up in me, "Actually I could mind you b-" I was cut off by Andrew who had jumped up from his seat and pulled me into the last seat of the bus. "What is wrong with you? I was just about to set that b-"

Andrew cut me off again, "Be nice Melody. You don't know her."

"Oh, so you're saying that she's not a b-"

"No, I'm just saying that she," Andrew opened his mouth as if to continue his sentence and then closed it.

"Yeah." I smiled, accepting my win. For the next two hours Andrew and I spoke about, well, everything. At the end of the ride we were interrupted but the lurching of the stopping bus.

"I guess this is it." Andrew said, straightening up from his relaxed position.

"Welcome to camp Sunshine!" a peppy red head exclaimed from the front of the bus. She looked official, wearing a bright yellow t-shirt that read CAMP SUNSHINE and frayed shorts. "My name is Katherine and the first item on the list is separating you guys into teams." Her already loud voice was amplified by a large blow horn. She took out a clip board and began to read, "Lindsay is the leader of the blue team," a random girl fist pumped and jumped up. Lindsay had blue eyes and black hair. She was wearing a light green summer dress and looked like an experienced camper.