Yay, summer! I am writing this story partially out of my own camp experiences. This story will end in Massington, I promise. Review with other pairing suggestions, pretty please?

Disclaimer: I own nothing except fabulous shoes!

"Massie, could you come down here please?" I hear my mom call from down the stairs.

I skip down the stairs, hoping that they surprised me with those new shoes I wanted. I bet they did. Sure, they were a thousand and ninety-seven dollars, but they were cute, which made it so worth it!

"Sit down please," my dad instructs, pointing to the couch in front of them. I didn't see any Steve Madden bags.

I sit down gingerly, scanning over the possible reasons I could get in trouble. "What's up?" I ask casually.

"As you know," my mom begins. "Your father and I will be traveling this summer. We're planning on going to Puerto Rica! It's beautiful this time of month and—"

My dad clears his throat.

"Oh, right." My mom sighs "Anyway. You won't be joining us on these trips so we wanted you to have a summer adventure of your own."

Raising an eyebrow, I look at both of my parents. "Like what…?"

My mom looks at my dad, signaling him to go on.

"Well, we don't want you to do nothing here. So we looked up some summer camps—"

"Summer camps?!?" I shriek. "Like…in the woods? In cabins infested with mice and bugs? You mean…you mean I have to SHARE a bathroom?!?"

"I'll leave this to you, Kendra," my dad says and leaves the formal sitting room.

"Massie," my mom says, sitting beside me and wrapping a thin arm around me. "This could be good for you. Meet new friends, and cute boys," she winks.

"No."

"No what?" she asks, looking honestly confused.

"No, I will NAWT go to a 'summer camp'. I won't. I'll go visit Auntie Jenna instead. Mommy what did I do to make you punish me like this?!?"

Mom sighs. "Massie, you didn't do anything. It'll be loads of fun."

"No," I shake my head. "I'm not going."

"Too bad for you," mom says, standing up. "You're already signed up. You leave day after tomorrow."

With that, I scream.

What does one pack to summer camp? See? I'm that much of a city girl to know.

My iPhone beeps, indicating a new text message.

Kristen: OMG ur going to SUMMER CAMP???

Massie: I know, it totally sucks. We wont get to hit all the sample sales AND I'll be stuck in some rundown cabin with a bunch of losers!

Kristen: LOL don't worry hon. Text me all the time

Massie: Kris there's no cell service there

I sigh at Kristen's lack of smarts. Even though she's my best friend forever, she isn't very smart. Last year, she asked me how to spell Kristen in French.

Kristen: Oh. Well then…write letters

Massie: :( my summer is gonna suck. Byee xox

I throw down my phone, praying it lands on my soft bed.

I fire up my iMac, deciding it would be best to research what to bring. I get sidetracked and end up on some website about all the animals that can give you diseases.

Raccoons…I bet they're up in the Adirondacks. Ehmagawd, raccoons can give you rabies?!? Almost every animal and or bug can give me some sort of yucky disease.

Note to self: Pack lots of bug spray…and maze.

I went to sleep that night, having nightmares of camp.

"Massie," My mom says, shaking me awake. "It's time to wake up. You have a bus to catch in half an hour."

"A what?!?" I shriek, bolting up in bed.

"A bus," my mom explains as Inez picks up my three Louis Vuitton suitcases. "There are a lot of people going from New York, so there's a bus to bring you. Besides, maybe you'll meet a friend on the bus."

"I don't want to make friends on the 'bus'. I have perfectly good friends here in Westchester!"

"You know Kristen isn't a very good example on you with all her drinking and being a whore."

"Mom!" I have never heard my mom call anyone a whore. But I guess she really doesn't like Kristen.

"Besides, Isaac isn't driving you; the bus will be fine. I packed some Gravol so you don't get nauseous."

I'm speechless. Honestly…summer camp…bus…new friends…Ew!

After a super-speedy shower, blow drying my hair and saying good bye to my dog, I walk down the stairs. My parents are waiting at the bottom, proud smiles on their faces. Inez wasn't there; she was loading my suitcases into the bus.

"Here, Massie, you have to put this shirt on," my dad says, handing me a light pink t-shirt that looked five sizes too big.

"Um, why –what's wrong with this shirt?" I ask, pointing at my purple Juicy Couture tank.

"Camp rules," my mom says. "On the day you arrive, and any out of camp trips, you have to wear this."

I hold it up to my torso. Its baby pink, hangs down to mid-thigh, and has CAMP WOOD LAKE in big, black letters.

I will never in a million years wear this. But apparently, my mother has different plans. Before I know what she's doing, it's going over my head –frizzing my hair!!!- and then it's hanging loosely on my toned body.

"Mom," I groan. "Do I HAVE to?"

"Yes," my mom says, kissing my cheek. "Bye, sweetie, write often, okay? We'd LOVE to hear your experiences."

I glare at them. "I'm sure you would." With that, I storm out of the house and run into Inez.

"You have a good time," she says, patting my cheek.

I climb the steps to the bus. A blonde lady chewing on a pen stops me.

"Name?" She asks.

"Massie Block," I look around the bus. Girls are chatting, not even noticing me. That's a first.

"What grade did you just finish?" she asks, writing stuff down.

"Ninth," I say proudly. Next year, I'm in grade ten. I'm so old!

"All right, hop on and find a seat. You will be in the Lion group, and your cabin number is Fifteen."

I nod, and walk further onto the bus.

Damn, I wish I knew someone here. Ehmagawd, what if I'm the girl who sits all alone on the bus, and then no one likes me at camp? There's a girl like that everywhere, and what if I'm her at camp?

Then, a some what pretty girl waves at me. I look behind me to see if she's waving at someone behind me. Nope. I point at me and raise my eyebrows. The girl giggles and nods and beckons me to sit on the empty seat beside her.

I sit, staring at her suspiciously. Could this be a trap? Ehmagawd, I sound like an insecure loser!

"Hi," she chirps. "I'm Skye. You were looking a little lost, do you mind sitting with me?"

"Um, yeah, I don't know anyone. This is actually my first time going to camp. I'm Massie."

"Was that your house?" she looks at my house, getting smaller and smaller as we drive away. A little lump forms in my throat, knowing I won't be home until the end of August.

"Yeah," I say, blinking my tears back in.

"It's nice," she says, then turns back to me. "So how old are you?"

"Fourteen," I say. "Fifteen in September.

"No way, same! I'm the fifteenth, you?" Skye grins.

"September third," I giggle.

"Damn, you're older." Skye pretends to be pissed. I like this girl. She seems…real. Unlike Kristen. Our conversations revolve around the latest Marc Jacobs purse, or her boyfriend, or whether or nawt I should color my hair.

We laugh, and then Skye points to the two girls sitting behind us.

"Massie, this is Kori," the girl is our age, has blonde-ish hair and brown eyes. "And that's Strawberry," she points to a girl with bright red hair and mint green eyes. Her eyes glare at me, daring me to say something about the bad dye job. I don't.

"Nice to meet you," I smile.

After a bit more talking with Skye, I lean against my seat, and fall asleep.