Horror In Camp April

Chapter I:Bus

Pastel blue paint clung to the walls and ceilings of the house as the brunette woman stood in front of her son and niece.
"Now,both of you have fun.You both have your phones,do you not?"Martha asked them.

  Angela nodded while Ricky let out a,"Yes,".Their carer bent down from her place near the ceiling.
"Ricky,please look after your cousin.You know her,she's.... shy,"she whispered.He nodded.

  For a second all three of them stood in silence.Angela was still standing to the left of the mother and son.Martha still had her her sausage fingers to her cheek.Ricky still stared at his parent.

  "Angela,let's go,"the teen told his one year younger cousin.She nodded and followed him outside, where the bright yellow bus idly rumbled its engine.The duo stepped into the vehicle.

  In the front seat of the bus,an elderly woman whose nametag displayed the name Kari in bright imperial red smiled brightly at them.
"Cor,don't you two need to get into the camp spirit!Get in!"she beckoned the two of them into the bus.

  Smudges of rain rubbed against the window as Angela and Ricky huddled in the top corner of the vehicle,right to the side of a boy their age.
"Calm down,Angel.In,out....,"the older cousin comforted. Angela took in large gulps of air for a few moments before relaxing.

  "Feeling blue?"the boy asked them,smiling at them both.
"She hasn't left the house for years.Except school,of course,"Ricky explained.
"I'm Paul,thanks for asking,"he said."And why not?".

  "The name's Ricky.And....she's my cousin,Angela.Her parents and brothers,Henry and Peter....,"the brunette of the two paused before continuing."Passed away from a-a terror attack."

  Paul flinched at the last two words.
"I-I'm sorry for your loss,"he mumbled,gazing sadly at Angela,who was staring out of the window with wide brown eyes.He reached out a hand to touch her hand, accidentally grazing Ricky's crotch.

  Shocked,both of them looked at each other awkwardly before the fair-haired boy of them reeled his hand away.
"Look,a fag!"a shrill voice cried.

  Angela turned her head to the girl in front of her.
"Yeah,well,fuck you!"Ricky snapped to the girl.She smirked before saying,"I'm not interested in fags."

  Several girls were looking at Paul by now,biting their lips and staring at his crotch.He covered the area and blushed vehemently.Mumbling to themselves in boredom,the quartet of preteens settled themselves back into their seats.

  Angela glanced over at Paul,who smiled and extended a hand.She slid hers into his and shook it gently before returning to the incredibly interesting sight of the houses the bus was speeding past.

  Kari stopped the bus at a red light,waiting patiently for the time for driving to come.
"I'm Judy,thanks for asking,"the homophobic girl said. Ricky grumbled to himself before leaning towards his cousin.
"I'll prank 'er,"he whispered when Judy had her back turned.

  Freckles of rain were beginning to collect on the windows of bus by the time Kari continued to drive.
"Hey,Ricky?"Paul began,having leaned himself back against the drab grey chair.
"Yeah?"his darker-haired acquaintance replied.

  "Why don't you have your suitcases and stuff like that?" Paul asked.
"My mom's a family friend of Sylvie and Thomas,"Ricky sighed.The other boy flinched slightly.

  Tears were forming in Angela's eyes as she stared out of the window.Heavy footsteps warned her of a counsellor approaching.
"Is she okay?"a deep male voice asked her cousin and two friends.

  "No,Ron.Angel hasn't been away from Mom since...,"the counsellor and Ricky shared a solemn look.Ronnie(or Ron, as everyone called him)nodded before speaking,"Call me Ronnie,remember."