WARNING
I do not encourage any of the following activity in this story.
Some may also find the following content to be disturbing, you have been warned
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July 5th, 2015
Tyrone, Pennsylvania
12:32 pm
"Mom, I don't want to go..." Carly mumbled.
It was early afternoon when my mom was dropping Paul and I off at this summer camp called, Camp Burmare. I wasn't really interested at first, but later on I realized that I would get a chance to escape my parents. The second we drove through the creepy front entrance of the camp, I immediately regretted my decision to agree to this trip.
"Well too bad," Mom snapped at me, "We already handed in the checks and you agreed to take your brother."
My brother, Paul, was laughing at me as Mom corrected me. I sighed and rolled my eye, and leaned my head against the sweltering hot window. My brother continued to harass me in the backseat, poking me and shouting annoying insults into my ear. I pushed him away once, and Paul started whining.
"Moooommmmmm! Carly punched me!!!" Paul whined.
"I didn't punch y-" I started, but I was quickly reprimanded and told to stay quiet. I sighed again and closed my eye, just wanting some peace and quiet. If there was anything that my parents had taught me is that life isn't fair. I had nothing to offer for the world, since I was just a useless, good-for-nothing daughter. My mom put the impala in park and opened the door. The woosh of humidity came slamming into my face as she opened the backdoor.
"You two, out!" Mom commanded.
I got out of the car and grabbed my backpack and small suitcase. I didn't need much, just a few pairs of clean clothes. We were only going to be here for two weeks. Paul had his stuff as well, a fancy suitcase and bright lime-green backpack with his name personalised on it. Mine was a smaller blue bag with some baby food stains on it.
"I'll get you two checked in, go get your nametags and so on-" Mom mumbled.
I stayed quiet and went to the table with colorful name tag stickers. I peeled mine off, they spelled my name correctly right for once. Paul pulled his off as well and looked at the colors, Paul's was blue and mine was yellow.
"What do the colors mean?" Paul shouted.
"Keep your voice down-" I corrected him.
"You're not Mom!" he shouted again, "MOOOMMMMM!" he called for her.
I closed my eye and kept my head lowered, both embarrassed and exhausted. Mom had finished checking us in by the time she came stomping over and slapping me lightly in the back of the head. I take back what I said earlier, I'm going to be thrilled to get away from my parents for the week.
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July 5th, 2015
3:14 pm
"Hello campers!" a man called out.
There were about thirty-five other campers that piled around a small stage. They all looked to be around 12-15 years old. There was an even amount of girls and boys, but none of them looked like they wanted to be here. Each of them had nametags on with a different color. There were 5 different colors, red, blue, green, yellow, and purple. I kept my bangs over my face and listened to the camp counselor speak.
"My name is Jay, and we are all so excited to have you here at Camp Burmare!" Jay shouted, "Now in order to get started, please head to the cabin that matches your nametag! Each cabin has a flag the color of your nametag, so you shouldn't have too much trouble finding where you'll be staying!"
I remained silent throughout the next twenty minutes of absolute nonsense. This Jay character seemed too loud and happy for my liking. What was he happy about, hanging around with a bunch of snobby kids for the next two weeks?
"Once you get settled in, we will meet at 6:30 for s'mores! Have fun!" He waved to some of the kids as everyone began to scatter.
I couldn't help but get the creeps from Jay. As I walked past him along with the rest of the kids, he made eye contact with me for a brief moment. It wasn't that happy look that I saw before. I shivered and quickly looked away, what was with his eyes? They looked bloodshot and tired from up close. My train of thought was interrupted by Paul punching me in the side.
"Paul-" I growled at him. He only responded with a laugh.
"You have a cabin with a BOY-" he remarked.
"So?" I asked back in response.
The next few minutes went by with Paul crying and whining like the baby he is. He was hoping to get a rise out of me, but I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction. I found my cabin fairly quickly as it was closest to the cafeteria. I gave Paul a final smack in the back of the head as I opened my cabin door. I wasn't as disappointed as I thought I would be. It turns out that these would be my first friends, and also my last.
