There had been many times when Veruca Salt had threatened to run away.

But she swore when she got back from this...hell, she would. She was.

Her stupid father had decided it would be best if she didn't sit at home all summer. (WHICH SHE WASN'T GOING TO DO), and instead go to some stupid summer camp. In a word, she hated her parents. The only thing going through her head as she stood there on the curb, waiting for that god awful bus, was what if her friends saw her? Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, but that wasn't the bad part. She was wearing the stupid camp t-shirt they had given out. yes. A t-shirt. She wore shorts, and some pretty nice tennis shoes her mother had gotten her for tennis. (Which she quit.)

She could tell how her summer was going as soon as the bus pulled up. It was in pretty bad shape. It looked disgusting. She held her bags, and looked back to her parents, who had already gone back inside. Veruca turned back towards the bus, and a man walked out from the bus. He wore a shirt far to small for him, so that his gut hung out, and was not a very attractive sight. He wore extremely short, tight shorts, that showed off...too much. Far more than a fourteen year old wanted to see for 2 months. She winced as he almost fell. His voice boomed as he stepped up to her, practically towering over her.

"WELCOME CAMPER! THIS IS GOING TO BE ONE OF THE BEST DARN SUMMERS OF YOUR SHORT LIL LIFE! I AM DAVE, YOUR CAMP DIRECTOR. YOU GOTTA NAME?"

She blinked a few times, deciding how to answer.

"...Veruca...?"

"NICE TO MEET YOU, BERUDA." She sighed, looking to the bus windows. A few kids sneered at her.

"WELL? WHATCHA WAITIN FOR?! TIME TO GO TO CAMP! WOOO!" Dave ripped the bags from her hand, and gave her a hard shove towards the doors. She slowly climbed on, and immediately felt out of place. The kids already had their cliques. Great. Every time she tried to sit down, someone would scoot over, or shout that the seat was already taken. Slowly she made her way to the back, approaching four other kids.

There was one, devouring a chocolate bar. He was wearing a sweater underneath his t-shirt for whatever reason, and had light red hair. He tried to say something to the boy next to him, giving Him a Shove. He almost knocked him flat out of the seat. He had a pretty thick German accent, and bright blue eyes. Then the boy next to him turned around.

The other boy had spiked his hair. He had light brown hair, and brown eyes, and practically wore a scowl on his face. He wore his t-shirt, another long sleeved black shirt beneath it, with his sleeves rolled up. He had one ear bud in, and his phone in hand.

Then the girl he was talking to poked her head from behind him. She sat alone, but had out stretched her legs across the seat. Her blonde hair had been pulled back into a rather short ponytail, and she too wore the ugly t-shirt. She smacked her gum, and blew a bubble, raising a brow expectantly. Her bright green eyes narrowed, and she turned her attention back to the boy.

There was another boy, who suddenly piped up. He was rather scrawny, and looked as if he hadn't eaten in months. His t-shirt was baggy on him, and she was confident it was a small. His brown hair was messed up, and it liked as though he had. At least attempted to comb it.

"You can sit with us, if you want."

The other three shot Veruca a glare. Well, except the fat one. He was too fixated on...whatever it was he was eating. Veruca slowly slid down next to the boy who offered her a seat. There was an uneasy silence between the group. well, except for the blonde girl's gum.

"...I'm Charlie!" He says, a bright smile on his face. he soon gestures to the fat one.

"That's Augustus...English isn't his first language, so he slips into German a bit." Before he can say anything else, the boy sitting net to Augustus pipes in.

"I'm Mike." The girl pops her gum as if on cue, and bats those long lashes of hers.

"I'm Violet Beauregarde."

Veruca doesn't know what to think. These...freaks are all she's got, weather she likes it or not. The bus suddenly lurches forward, and Veruca practically snaps her neck. After the bus is moving again, Mike shoves headphones back into his ears, and closes his eyes. Augustus, on the other hand, doesn't see that Mike has put ear buds in, and is chatting up a storm. Veruca can't help but giggle a little. Someone smacks her arm, and she sees Violet offering up a piece of gum. She offers a small smile, and takes a piece shoving it deep into her pocket. Violet frowns.

"Give it to Charlie."

There's a sudden flush of red to her cheeks, and she fishes it out of her pocket. There's a small smirk from Mike, and Veruca frowns, practically throwing the piece of gum at Charlie. He sudden jerks back to reality from taring out the window, and stammers a thank you. Veruca let's out a huff, and crosses her arms. The bus was hot. And the ride was bumpy. And she was

d. She poked at the boy with his headphones in, and he let out something that sounded close to a growl.

"What?"

"Do you know when we'll get there?"

Mike glances at her, and just frowns, before stuffing his headphones back in.

"Probably another hour." Charlie says, offering a small smile. Veruca doesn't smile back. She frowns. Another hour. Of this? She let's out a whine, and slumps further down in the seat. Violet snickers.

She hated this bus. She hated her parents. She hated Augustus, Mike, Charlie, and Violet. She hated this stupid t-shirt. She hated Dave.

She hated everything.