During lunch, we were still bothered by the walk into the forest. I stared down at my salad. It's so much better than rot. It was a cob salad, my favorite. Tonight, we're supposed to have spaghetti with garlic bread. Tomorrow for breakfast, we're supposed to have eggs with hash browns. Tomorrow for dinner, we're supposed to have pinini sandwiches with a soup of some kind. Why am I even concerned with tomorrow? I'm eating right now, today! I poke at the hard boiled egg on the top of my salad with my fork. The afternoon is so boring now. I'm kind of afraid to go near the woods without someone.
"Attention everyone! Arts and crafts starts in fifteen minutes! We're going to make T-shirts! Teehee!" The camp leader says slowly in a giggly barbie doll voice. She very much enjoys trerating us like babies. Harley, from Gabby P.'s cabin rolled her eyes. I could her her say,
'I'm gonna be fifteen in two weeks! Do I need some giggly freak to decide what I do and how I do it?" She gets easily aggravated by people who treat her like a 1 year old. She took a strand of her strawberry blond hair and yanked it.
"Why do you do do that?" asked the girl next to her. I'm assuming it's Anorian from school, because she looks just like her.
"I do it to take my anger out, okay!" Harley snaps back. That girl could use some anger management.
"Who peed in her cereal this morning?" Jordan whispers to me.
"Obviously the troop leader!" I say.
"Do you remember when we smelled death in the woods?" Jordan asks me.
"Yes I do, it was only fifteen minutes ago."
"I know. I just like to ask you things like that to bother you." Jordan says.
"Jordan, you've been eating that freaking salad for a Milena now. Are'nt you ever going to finish it?" I ask, looking down at her plate that only has like seven pieces of romaine lettuce left.
"Eventually." It was already 2:36, and arts and crafts was like four minutes away, so Jordan would eat and make a shirt at the same time. But that's not going to happen, because she finally finished it.
"Okay kids, time for crafts!" the troop leader shouted to us. We all got up from our seats and went inside to make shirts. We had to follow specific directions and were timed. After ten minutes of shirt making, we were forced to, and I quote, "wrap it up." The sun is setting now, and dinner time is creeping closer. My stomach does not want food now, because I ate two tons of marshmellows earlier. I grab my water bottle and take a big swig. I don't care that the water ran down my neck, and got my white and blue shirt wet. I just need to flush the sugar out of my system. It's cool outside, and the sky is orange. I hear the cabin door swing open behind me, and Jordan steps out and joins me on the porch.
"Hey." She says. I reply with a simple "Hi" because my stomach hurts too much to say much of anything else.
"What are you doing?" She asks.
"Nothing much, just getting some fresh air."
"Violetta, you look pale. Are you okay?" Jordan asks, looking concerned.
"I'm always pale. I'm anemic, and yeah, I'm fine. I just ate too many marshmallows." I say, sounding annoyed, even though I'm really not.
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Campfire Song
TerrorVioletta was looking forward to summer camp, everyone was. It was supposed to be safe and fun, and at first, everyone was there, enjoying camp. But when some girls enter the woods at night, they don't come out. There's something in those woods.....s...
