Stuck in Camp Rivers

Stuck in Camp Rivers - Chapter 2

Hehe....Snake. I'm naming my son that. LOL jks his name's going to be Zaboomafoo. xD

Anyways, here ya goo! chapter 2 :)

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Chapter 2.　

　

As I slept, I felt something on me, stepping on my back. Startled, I sat up abruptly and Princess went flying across the room, landing on her feet in shocked. The stupid cat hissed at me, and bolted out of the room before I could throw something at it.

"Stupid pussy," I snapped, and rubbed my eyes awake as the blinding sunlight seemed to light up the entire room. Ah, it burns. I groaned in annoyance as I checked my phone. 7:15am.

I pulled the covers off me, and got out of bed, rubbing my temple as I felt all the blood rushing to my head from getting up too fast. Dammit. Looking in the mirror across the room, I saw that I forgot to take my makeup off last night, and so it resulted in me looking like some drugged out racoon. Attractive. Before I decided to go to school like that out of pure laziness, I rushed to the bathroom.

After removing the hideous eyemakeup and showering, feeling fresh and clean, I stepped out, wrapping a towel around myself. I bit the insides of my cheek, knowing that at this rate, I probably won't have enough time to do my hair or makeup properly. But was I going to risk going to school without makeup? Hell no, so I suddenly put myself in full-speed as I blowdried my hair, brushed it, straightened it, and brushed my teeth.

Once that was over and done with, I went to my room to get dressed. I went with tight black ripped jeans and a black tank top. The tank top kept rising up, revealing my pierced hipbones and belly button. But it's a good thing I'm not fat like Chelsea Gumbley, am I right? Sometimes I like to wear tight clothing, knowing that alot of girls can't. Because I'm such a crazy bitch.

I already started to feel hot with the jeans on. It's the middle of June, and I know that's the sluts' favourite time of year. Being able to wear revealing clothing with an excuse of the weather. I would wear shorts, but....I had a bunch of ugly wounds on my legs I didn't want people seeing unless I wore fishnets or tights under the shorts. But, no. I'm too lazy today. So jeans it is.

I did my usual makeup, which basically included turning myself into a human racoon. Not really, I don't completely cake the eye-makeup on, and trust me. Nothing like Taylor Momsen, if you know what I mean. What I wear on my face is probably nothing considered to what other girls wear, and the thing is....at least I know how to wear makeup properly. Many, many nameless girls throw makeup on like they don't even know how to use the shit. I used to have a really strong interest in cosmotology, and I even considered being a makeup artist, or hair stylist....but then I realised I'm probably not going to have a life when I'm older.

When I was done, I gave myself a satisfied smirk and grabbed my phone before heading downstairs. My smirk immediately fell from my face when I walked into the kitchen to see Carol sitting at the island, eating yogurt. Her brown hair was pulled up into a messy bun, and she wasn't wearing makeup. Dear lord.

Carol clearly noticed my prescence, considering she grimaced as she looked at what I was wearing, almost choking on her yogurt. Choke, bitch.

"You're wearing that?" She asked, her eyes bulging out of their sockets as her gaze stopped at my exposed stomach. I nodded, and started flicking my belly ring. It was a silver anchor, my favourite belly bling.

"Of course," I told her as a matter-of-factly as I leaned against the counter, grinning at her. "I mean, I can actually pull this off, Carol."

Carol rolled her eyes. "You look like a street worker. I suggest you change or something before I call your dad up."