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Chapter 4:Katey vs Meg

I wasn't sure what exactly the first activity was because I had only skimmed through the schedule, but I walked with Mike to the activities building anyway, hoping I wouldn't be assigned to do anything.

"So what is this activity?" I asked before we walked in.

"Vocal hour." He began.

"Vocal hour...? What's that?" I asked.

"Well, you know... It's like... Music class or whatever at school." He said with a small shrug of his shoulders.

I pursed my lips. "I haven't gone to school..."

He looked straight at me. "What?" He asked. "Why?"

"I'm homeschooled. My mom hasn't exactly... Let me out of our house much. Nowadays, she's all like 'Katey, you need to get out more and be social'. It's weird because I've become so used to being cooped up in our tiny little house, that I refused to get out. I just..." I sighed a bit, searching for words.

"Oh wow. So.... She sent you to camp to be social?" He asked.

"That too." I said and he sighed.

"Out of town?" He asked.

I nodded. "For the entire summer. She won't even let me go to my dads house." I said and he hesitantly put his arm around my shoulder.

"That sucks."

I made some weird face and glanced at his arm, then gently flicked it off of me.

"I don't like you. Don't think that I do." I said and he looked straight at me.

"Now, why wouldn't you like me?" He asked.

"Hmm.. Let's see.. Well, it could be the fact that you have red hair. Buuuttt, I'm going for the fact that you're a cocky, weird, fake badass, who probably has some rich dad or mum running this camp and is forced to be here." I said as he sighed.

"How can you know so much about a person that you just met?" He asked.

"My mom says I'm like... Physic. But, I know that people like that aren't real. She just says that because I know stuff before others do. I just say that I'm.. Observant, and a bit.. Not to sound cocky, but intelligent." I said quietly.

"Sounds like you are Physic. I am weird, cocky, and a fake badass."

I stifled a giggle. "At least you admit you have a problem."

He rolled his eyes. "And my mum and dad are rich, they do run this camp, and I am, in fact, forced to be here. Every. Single. Summer." He said with a loud sigh.

"Lucky. About the rich part.. I'd rather not be here myself." I said then looked at him. "Wow, we got off-topic. Now, uh... What's vocal hour?" I questioned.

"It's like... A Music Class or something. But, it's mainly focused on vocals. Don't be fooled about the hour part though, they just didn't want to call it class because people would moan and groan about it. Which I still do moan and groan about it." He said with a smirk.

"How long does it last?"

"30 minutes." He said.

"You make it sound like it lasts all day."

He shrugged a bit.

"Feels like it." He said, glancing at me.

We eventually walked in the wooden building that was titled Recreational Building. Obviously.. Nah, let's call it the 'Get me the hell out of this freaking camp building'. Pretty sure at least half of us would agree with that.