Stuck in Camp Rivers

Stuck in Camp Rivers - Chapter 4

Hiya guys. Or whoever's actually reading this....

Okay, so, I'm just writing this story because the idea of 'a delinquent summer camp' got the most votes. SO YOU'RE WELCOME?!

Whatever. I like this story loool. Blaire's probably my favourite character of mine. <3 GO BLAIRE. I LOVE YOU. MARRY ME.

It's only Chapter 4. I expect this story to AT LEAST be 30 chapters. I mean, this story's going to have alot of stuff going on. So you're up for a ride.

And uh, just so you know. The story is called "Stuck in Camp Rivers"......and the camp is actually called Camp Bradford. So what the hell is going on? NO we're not talking about being stuck in the rivers at the camp and drowning god dammit. NOOOOOOO.

If you haven't read the synopsis at the beginning of the story, or if you're on your app and can't read synopsis'....then you'll find out later why the title goes with the story.

ENJOY!

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Chapter 4.

　

"Blaire," someone was shaking my shoulder. How dare someone touch me while I slept? God dammit, nobody respects me at all in this house.

"Blaire, wake up."

I groaned. "Five more minutes!"

"No," suddenly the annoying voice became recognizable as I drifted more into reality. "You have to get up and pack!"

Pack? Oh, right. I almost forgot. With that, I yanked the covers off of me, making sure to hit Carol in the face as I sat up, glaring at her.

"What are you doing in my room?" I snapped at her still incredibly angry at her. Well, I'm always angry at Carol, but still. Carol grimaced at me as she rubbed her cheek, where I smacked her 'accidently'.

"You're not allowed in here!" I muttered.

"I had to wake you up," she said simply, stepping back to look down at me. "Your father's doing some last minute things."

I just stared at her, wishing I had the power to slit her open with laser beams from my eyes. "You just can't wait to get rid of me, can you?" I sneered, getting out of bed. I put my hands rougly on my hips as I looked at her.

"This camp will be good for you," she muttered, and jerked her chin towards my empty luggage bags she took out for me. "Pack. Now. Your father has to drive you to the airport at noon."

"Noon?" I demanded, scowling. "That's so early!"

"Well, it's almost ten-thirty, so you better get started," she smirked, and slightly bumped me as she passed me on the way out. I really hate her. I wanted to scream at her, but that's probably not going to make anything better. Maybe if I act good today, my dad will change his mind on taking me. Even though that's highly unlikely to happen. I sighed, and picked up my bags to put them on my bed, unzipping all of them so I could pack.

Now, now, where to start? Oh right, clothes. All I will probably need is clothing, makeup and a toothbrush. Man, they better have decent bathrooms there or else I'm going to shit on someone's head. I'm not the one to use outhouses or any of that 'outdoorsy' stuff. No way, no how.

Basically, I packed atleast half of my wardrobe, along with hoodies, jackets and things to keep me 'warm' at night. Or I could just stay hidden in my cabin the whole time, I don't do campfires. Or anything, really. If they think I'm going to risk getting bit by stupid bugs, they're insane. Insane, I tell you.