Barnum's Death Summer

Camp aquinakwa

A/N: the top pictures have nothing to do with the story, I jut put them in for the sake of it. Apologies for any swearing

Now, I kind of hate my life. I have a pretty girly name, I'm bisexual (which of course is a secret), I dropped out of school, and I'm a pain in my parents' asses.  Every summer there's a routine, I pack some things I need, my parents push me out the door, insincerely say they'll miss me, and then I go onto the bus to the camp. It's repetitive really. So the morning I was going to summer camp I was really upset. I had to wake up at three a.m. for no good reason. I brushed my green hair, I dyed it last month without my parents' consent. They were furious, obviously. My hair was slightly spiky, but it was soft as well. I decided summer camp was the perfect time to stop looking like a ghost and maybe get a tan going? That sounded really nice. I sighed heavily as my sapphire blue eyes spotted my camp T-shirt. I got dressed into the black Aquinakwa T-shirt from last year that still fit. It was required, Instill hadn't figured out the dumb reason why. I was also wearing my favorite black jean shorts, putting white sneakers along with it. My parents gave me some cocoa crispies before rushing me out the door, it was WAY too obvious that they wanted me gone as soon as possible. I had just rolled my eyes at the thought of them keeping me around for a summer. Camp Aquinakwa, the camp I go to, was a camp where you stayed there so it had cabins and such. It wouldn't be too bad if there wasn't always screaming children and bugs everywhere.I was pretty much the only person about my age there, there were twelve year olds too, but they actually had friends. I was that person who liked spooky and scary stuff, the things other people didn't like to think about, would be horrified if it was real. That was the first mistake. The only thing I ever looked forward to was the campfire, where I could tell a bunch of super scary stories, but it scared the crap out of some kids. I didn't mind. No. I didn't CARE. I'm not them, I'm not their friend, so I shouldn't care if they're scared, and I don't. Children younger than you are the worst, they're bratty, hyper active, immature, and deserve to pee their pants because they're too chicken to do or hear certain things. (I'm not really offending children this is just the character's, Casey's, way of thinking)
The trip to camp was bumpy as usual, and the bus was the worst. The seats had new patches constantly sewn in and you could tell, the wheels were all shaky, the windows can't open, there's no form of air conditioning, there's some rusted metal, and part of the top is totally teared off. I stared at the ceiling of the bus when I noticed something, they looked like claw marks, but I wasn't sure so I decided not to take any mind to it. Mistake two.