a beautiful, well developing story about two lovers who have kept a secret from their twin girls for fourteen years. Cheryl Cole and Kimberley Walsh were once two inseparable lovers, who fell madly in love, but the unfortunate bond was broken when l...
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Author's POV
Millie takes a deep breath, unsure what to do. She had finally arrived at Camp Tahoe... a very loud Camp Tahoe that is. Everyone seemed to be running in every direction, speakers going off with instructions and there she stood with her Louis Vuitton luggage resting beside her, trying to make sense of all this.
"Name?" A woman comes up to her with a clipboard in hand.
"Millie Tweedy." She bites her lower lip, just about ready to call her Mam and ask for that flight back.
"Millie you're in the Indian Tribe, that's bungalow number twelve." The woman tells her, pointing her in the right direction.
Millie nods, grabbing a hold of her luggage and dragging it to the bungalow just a short walk-away.
The woman continues, going to the next teen. "Name?"
"Maisie you're part of the Cherokee Tribe, that's bungalow eighteen." She points her in the other direction. "Come on now, keep it moving." The woman goes to the next Teen.
"No need to be an ass." Maisie tuts, grabbing a hold of her luggage strap and walking in the direction she was pointed. She makes sure to make herself right at home, picking the bed that was closest to the window. "Hello! I'm Maisie, but you can just call me Mais." She goes around, introducing herself, making sure to make friends to survive these two weeks.
Over at the Indian Tribe... things were a bit different.
Millie picks the bed that seemed most reasonable, she didn't want to come off as snobby, although her luggage begged to differ. She begins to put her things away, neatly, making sure to keep her clothes folded the way Evelyn had ever so kindly packed for her. After she had finished, she settled into her bed, giving her Mam a ring, upset that her service wasn't the greatest inside the bungalow, so she quickly changed and stepped out in hopes to find a quiet spot with service.
Ring
Ring
Ring
"Hello?" Cheryl answers, excusing herself from the meeting she was just in. "Mil? Is that you?"
"Hi Mam." Millie clears her throat, settling down on a bench. "Are you busy?"
"No, sweetheart. Never. How are you? Did you have a good flight? How is it looking over there?" Cheryl smiles, she did miss her daughter, even if it had been ten hours since she had last seen her.
"I'm good." Millie smiles, her Mam always managed to find a way to ease her discomfort. "It's... really loud here."
