Okay, I know this is really weird. But what if my family got sent to Camp
Green Lake? I just thought of it cuz all my family members have nicknames.
Hmmm...
Blah Blah blah. That's all I could hear for the *whole* billion hours on the bus. That dirty little kid otherwise known as my little brother would not shut up! I sighed. Mom was crying because she couldn't believe we were in trouble with the law. Dad was going on and on about the stupid scenery and wildlife. What scenery? We were in the middle of a freaking desert. What a joyous next eighteen months this was going to be. Stuck in a tent with my whole family and probly some other whakos who got in trouble. The bus finally pulled to a stop and we were uncuffed.
"Hey, there's no lake here. This is stupid. I wanna go home." Duh you little twerp, we all do. Why couldn't I be an only child? Or why couldn't we at least have been stranded here without him?
I was looking at the ground to try and keep the sun out of my eyes. Suddenly a pair of dirty, old cowboy boots strode up. I put my hand over my eyes like a visor and saw a rather ugly man who smelled like dirt. He spit out what appeared to be a seed or something. "This isn't a girl scout camp. And we usually don't allow women, children, or anyone over 20 here. But I guess you guys are gonna start the new trend." He proceeded to tell us all about digging holes, don't run away, blah blah blah. Then he said something about changing into these orange jumpsuit things.
"Um. No. there is no way I'm changing into this thing while you're watching." My mom nodded in agreement while my brother, always eager to take off his shirt and show off his puny little "muscles" was hastily undressing.
"This is highly irregular. But," He trailed off and scratched his head. I guess just this once I'll turn around. But hurry up about it."
My mom and I exchanged uncertain looks, but dad had us covered. At least parents were good for something. He made sure Mr.Sir didn't watch us as we removed are garments and put on the orange suits. Then another guy came in. he had a large nose, completely covered in sun screen.
"hi. I'm Mr. Pendanski. You can remember it by Pen Dance Key. I'll be your counselor. Seems you guys all get the D-tent. The government finally gave us some more money, so we've got some extra cots laying around with no dirty bodies to fill them." He grinned and then said some crap about we all make mistakes. He led us to the tent and assigned us to the cot we were going to spend our next "few months" in. There were some boys already in there.... Couple black boys, couple whites. And one incredibly cute one. They all introduced themselves by weird nicknames like "Armpit, X-ray, etc..." like I was going to remember that. But the one they call Caveman... maybe this wasn't going to be so bad after all.
Just so you know, this is *not* going to be a romance!!! Just some jumbled thoughts of a teenage Shia fangirl. Hope you enjoyed it! more to come!
Blah Blah blah. That's all I could hear for the *whole* billion hours on the bus. That dirty little kid otherwise known as my little brother would not shut up! I sighed. Mom was crying because she couldn't believe we were in trouble with the law. Dad was going on and on about the stupid scenery and wildlife. What scenery? We were in the middle of a freaking desert. What a joyous next eighteen months this was going to be. Stuck in a tent with my whole family and probly some other whakos who got in trouble. The bus finally pulled to a stop and we were uncuffed.
"Hey, there's no lake here. This is stupid. I wanna go home." Duh you little twerp, we all do. Why couldn't I be an only child? Or why couldn't we at least have been stranded here without him?
I was looking at the ground to try and keep the sun out of my eyes. Suddenly a pair of dirty, old cowboy boots strode up. I put my hand over my eyes like a visor and saw a rather ugly man who smelled like dirt. He spit out what appeared to be a seed or something. "This isn't a girl scout camp. And we usually don't allow women, children, or anyone over 20 here. But I guess you guys are gonna start the new trend." He proceeded to tell us all about digging holes, don't run away, blah blah blah. Then he said something about changing into these orange jumpsuit things.
"Um. No. there is no way I'm changing into this thing while you're watching." My mom nodded in agreement while my brother, always eager to take off his shirt and show off his puny little "muscles" was hastily undressing.
"This is highly irregular. But," He trailed off and scratched his head. I guess just this once I'll turn around. But hurry up about it."
My mom and I exchanged uncertain looks, but dad had us covered. At least parents were good for something. He made sure Mr.Sir didn't watch us as we removed are garments and put on the orange suits. Then another guy came in. he had a large nose, completely covered in sun screen.
"hi. I'm Mr. Pendanski. You can remember it by Pen Dance Key. I'll be your counselor. Seems you guys all get the D-tent. The government finally gave us some more money, so we've got some extra cots laying around with no dirty bodies to fill them." He grinned and then said some crap about we all make mistakes. He led us to the tent and assigned us to the cot we were going to spend our next "few months" in. There were some boys already in there.... Couple black boys, couple whites. And one incredibly cute one. They all introduced themselves by weird nicknames like "Armpit, X-ray, etc..." like I was going to remember that. But the one they call Caveman... maybe this wasn't going to be so bad after all.
Just so you know, this is *not* going to be a romance!!! Just some jumbled thoughts of a teenage Shia fangirl. Hope you enjoyed it! more to come!