Ever since I was little, I’ve had my life planned out for me perfectly. I dreamt of perfect grades in school, a perfect job after, and a perfect husband to have perfect kids with and live in a perfect house. I planned for my life to be perfect.
But that just isn’t the case.
I walked into the main hall, greeted by the woman who runs the camp, Lisa.
“Oh, hello darling! You must be Samantha, we’re so happy to have you here at Camp Red!” I laughed a little at the introduction of the camp, considering her hair is actually red.
“It’s lovely to meet you, too, Lisa. I really appreciate you allowing me to come here. I think it’ll be good for me.” I smiled at her as she told me the directions to get to the counselor’s bunks.
Of course, my parents picked a rustic camp that involves cabins.
“I really think you’re going to have a great time here. The other teens are all really nice, you’ll all get on great.” It was at this point I noticed she had a slight British accent; it probably wore off in all the time she has been in America. Her and my parents are mutual friends, and when they found out she ran a summer camp, they jumped at the chance to send me here—away from all of my friends, and any chance at a decent social life.
“I hope so too.”
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I walked into the cabin, expecting there to be one other girl in there—not the entire fucking string of camp counselors. When I opened the creaky door, every pair of eyes turned and rested on me, making me roll mine.
Compared to everyone else here, I’m dressed a little . . . differently. Everyone else had some type of preppy clothing on, making my all-black outfit look extremely out of place. The girls were beautiful and fresh faced, and I was not. I’m pretty sure my heavy makeup outdid the amount of makeup on all of the other three girls’ faces combined.
“Hi! I’m Rachel, your bunkmate!” She sounded extremely peppy and just not my type of friend. She ran forward and helped me with my bags, setting them down in the middle of the room. “I didn’t pick a side yet because I didn’t know which one my new best friend would want!”
I probably look like a deer in the headlights right now but I don’t even care. I quietly drag my bags to the right bed, away from the left side where everyone was sitting. I sat on the bed and crossed my legs, looking at everyone in the room.
“Oh, I guess you want that side, then. That’s okay! I really like the left side anyways. What’s your name? You seem really quiet but if we’re going to be best friends you have to at least give me your name!” Rachel seemed to never shut up, and my thoughts were only cemented by the boys in the room (one had green hair, and that totally shocked me). They were silently making fun of how much Rachel talked, even mocking the way she did so. I suppressed a laugh, and gave Rachel my name.
“I’m Samantha, but please just call me Sam.” I felt as though everyone in the room was judging me, so I began to wring my hands—a nervous habit of mine.
