That Summer

My First Part of the First Day

Hi everyone! So far I've had 3 reads! That is really exciting for me! I'd really like to make these chapters longer, but with standardized testing going on in my school, it's really hard. By the way, this will be a long one. Maybe around 1000 words. Who knows? Without further ado...another chapter of That Summer...

I sat up from my bus seat and began the walk to the bus door. Abby was talking my ear off, something about the "hottie boy" and  "flippin camp!" I honestly didn't care what she said, as long as she was happy. As I stepped out of the hot bus, even hotter air attacked my skin. The sun was too bright, and the line to sign in was too long. Abby grabbed my arm and pulled me along toward the line.  

All that I could think about was how Abby likes that boy, but I do too. Do I like him? I think so. I've never had a crush before. Abby has. She probably knows better than me what a crush feels like. What if I'm wrong? I should let Abby take him. But, what if I'm losing my first crush? Ugh! This is so confusing. 

We've reached the front of the line now. The lady at the desk (Lucky her, she's under the gazebo.) said to us, "Names?" I personally think that she has the wrong attitude for camp, though who am I to judge? She stared at us with a bored expression on her face. I could see her phone peeking out of the pockets of her way-too-short shorts. Her entire midriff was showing, even though it was against the camp dress code to wear crop-tops. Her red hair was in a ponytail, and I was actually jealous of her looks. 

"Abby and Alisa Gene," chirped Abby.  She was way too happy in my opinion. 

"Great," the lady, who I suppose was in her late teens, said sarcastically. "Evergreen Cabin. I'd watch out if I were you," she advised. "They're in a huge prank war against the Heron Cabin. They've just always hated each other." Abby and I exchanged a look. Prank war? Our specialty. 

We shared a devilish grin. "Don't you worry miss, we'll be fine," we said simultaneously. She gave us a look that was practically saying: Okaaaaaaaayyyyyyyy... suuuuuuuure you'll be fine. We walked over to the big sign that said "Evergreen." There were 8 more girls waiting over there by the sign. 

One was tall, with black hair running down to her waist. I had no idea how she wasn't hot. She was obviously Japenese, I could tell. She was beautiful, and the way she carried herself made her look so confident. I couldn't see her name tag, so I decided to call her Long Hair until I knew what it was. 

Another girl, who looked distinctly Irish, had curly red hair and green eyes that looked like emeralds. She had a pleasant smile on her face, and she seemed to have a happy disposition. She was medium height, around 5'1". She was facing towards me, talking to another girl, so I could see her name tag. It read Eliza.

Eliza was talking to a blond hair, blue-eyed girl. She looked like she had a pedigree from the frickin Mayflower. Unlike Eliza, she didn't look so happy. In fact, she was glaring at a group of boys that were under a sign reading "Heron." "I'd watch out if I were you. They're in a huge prank war against the Heron Cabin. They've just always hated each other."  I remembered the desk lady saying. That makes more sense now. Her name tag said, Emily.

Long Hair was standing with another girl. She had brownish-blondish hair that complimented her tan skin. Her eyes looked like someone had shaped honey into her eyes. She had the same confidence as Long Hair, but she was tougher and less graceful. She was short, and yet still taller than me. In my head, I called her Tanny because of her tan skin.

In the corner was a girl who looked really down. Actually, as Abby and I got closer, I could see that she was just reading. Must have been a sad book. Her name tag said, Kate. Kate had dark skin and curly black hair. She was carrying a water bottle with a bunch of book titles on it.