Summer Love Camp
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Bree's POV
Hi I'm Bree I'm 16 years old and basically my parents are ruining my summer. Why? my parents are making me go to the summer camp they met in years ago because according to them I need to find that special person and change the environment that surrounds me and make friend even though I already have them but NO you need more because according to them I'm friends with the wrong crowd
And just so you know I have no problems with summer camp but what I have a problem with is that there making me go to meet new people so I supposedly have a change of heart and basically hang out in a new environment and supposedly meet a special person
The worst part is that I already have a boyfriend!
A/n Bree in summer camp will meet new people discover new feeling and secrets will be revealed read to find out more about Bree's summer camp experience
Ps this story was finished a year ago I just forgot to put the completed sign
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