I woke up from light beginning to stream through the tent walls, it wasn’t that light since it was only sunrise but it still woke me up. I hadn’t slept well, I kept tossing and turning and was either too hot or too cold.
I woke up with my back pressed hard against one side of the sleeping bag while my feet pressed against the other side, opening the sleeping bag up since I was boiling. My back and feet legs hurt, but I didn’t care.
My feelings hadn’t changed, I was still hurt about what Shannon and Jordan did, sleeping hadn’t eased the betrayal I felt. How could they not tell me? He’s my brother for Christ sake he’s off limits and there is the little problem about their age!
... How long has it even been going on? Ugh! I don’t even want to know!
I crawled out of bed and silently scurried around in my bag for things to change into, there wasn’t much choice since I travel light and am not really bothered about my appearance- especially not when I am in a bad mood. I ended up wearing some black baggy sweats and a loose dark blue T-shirt with trainer socks and black and white trainers. They were very comfortable and warm.
I cautiously made my way over to the door and slowly opened it, trying not to wake her up. Creeping out I carefully closed the door back up, it felt good to be out of there and on my own but I need something to do. I walked out of the tent and made my way over to our little kitchen set up, grabbing a few pieces of wood on the way and made a small fire.
Hanging the little camping kettle so it was hovering over the flame, I walked back to the tent entrance and grabbed myself a cup; put a teaspoon of coffee in and 2 sweeteners. Getting the milk out of the cool box, I made my way back to the fire to see it the water had boiled. Thankfully it was so I didn’t have to wait around.
Pouring the water into the cup and then adding milk, stirring it, I was ready. I sat down at our little portable plastic picnic table where we ate, blowing on my coffee before taking a sip. About half way through my coffee I heard a zip of a tent, strictly keeping focus on my cup of coffee I prayed that it was Dad or Claire, while I took another sip. I felt the warm liquid run down my throat when they spoke,
“Isabelle I’m so sorry!”
“Save it Jordan I don’t want to hear it,” I snapped.
“But-“He began again.
“I said I don’t want to hear it!” My voice was raising and I turned round to face him, glaring at him warning him not to continue. He opened his mouth again but was cut off by another sound of an opening zip, Claire popped out of her tent and with seeing our faces she didn’t say whatever she was going to.
“Fine, but I’m not going to stop until you hear me out,” Jordan warned. I just turned back to my coffee, downed the rest of what was left and got up to help Claire dish out breakfast. I heard Jordan sigh from behind me before sitting down in the same spot I was sat it just a moment ago.
“Good morning campers!” My dad’s cheery voice came before his arms wrapped around me and he pulled me into one of his big bear hugs. “How are we today, feeling better?” He whispered in my ear so no one else could hear.
I nodded into his chest as I fought the tears that all of a sudden threatened to come.
“You know I’m always here for you and you can tell me anything,” He soothed.
“I know dad.”
He squeezed me and let me go, going to give Claire a kiss before making his own cereal.
I managed to avoid talking to Jordan and Shannon, when Shannon eventually got up that is. However now it was time to pack up the car and go back home, meaning that I would have to sit in the back with Jordan and Shannon for two whole hours. Oh the joy!
I really didn’t want to sit next to Jordan or Shannon on the way home, but I didn’t really have a choice. I couldn’t ask Claire if I could sit in the front without her getting suspicious, though I really didn’t want to talk to Shannon or Jordan either. If only there was a way I could sit in the back and not have to talk to them...
Of course!
“Claire?”
“Yes dear?”
“Can I borrow your iPod?” I asked, she turned around and gave me a look.
“I thought you didn’t like iPods?” She quizzed.
“I never said that, I said that I didn’t want one for Christmas not that I didn’t like them.”
“Oh ok, it’s in my bag,” She told me still giving me suspicious looks. Oh well.
I walked off to get the iPod while Dad and Claire finished loading the car.
