Summer Like This

I'm cursed. I can't lie, ever. I was simply born like this. I've never had any friends because it's impossible for me to tell polite white lies; I've never dated, let alone kissed, a guy before. I hate pop music and I can't lie about it, so just about everyone knows. I never join any social networking sites because I feel it's too dangerous for a person like me to spill truth all over the Internet.

I finally have a job as a camp instructor at Camp Greene, one of the best wilderness camps ever created. I thought it would be a blast – then the camp owner Annika reveals a 'big surprise'. One Direction was coming to work as camp instructors for charity work (*cough cough good publicity cough cough*). They're one of the stupidest pop bands in history, if you ask me; fake to the last hair and simply puppets of their management.

So I'm not thrilled when Annika assigns me as one of the fifteen instructors to help One Direction out. They suck at the activities so Annika wants us to keep an eye on them. She warns me to play nice, but is that even possible when you can't lie? After all, what is pretending to be a fan but lying? The only solutions are to learn to like the band, or teach myself how to lie, but are either of those feasible plans?

Oh, God. I don't know. All I can say is that I wasn't planning on spending my summer like this...