Mello's life at camp
Mello's point of view
Author's note- This is my first story so don't be too judge mental.
Ch. 1
"Ugh,' I moaned. Another year at camp Wammys. I was on the bus headed to camp. This was my fifth year to go during the summer ,and I hated it. Roger says its a good experience where you get to interact with new people. Air quotes around that. I don't get the point I mean I interact with people every day at school. I told him that maybe this year I could just stay home. That its time for me to make my own decisions now that I was 13. He just snickered at me and told me to pack my bags. Well let me tell you about it. It's pretty small for a camp with a lake in the middle. It has four big cabins. Two for the guys and two for the girls. It also has a big mess hall where we eat. Foods okay but I'd rather have chocolate.
The main reason I don't like it is there is nothing to do except paddle around the lake in a canoe. Second reason barley any of my friends go there cept for Matt and a few others. Which makes it more boring. I look out the window and see the enormous old rickety sign with neon yellow letters that read.
Welcome Campers
to
Camp Wammys
It is the dorkiest sign I have ever laid eyes on. All of the other kids on the bus cheered. I started getting my things together. That's when Stix started talking. togetherand...,"she was cut off by me. I shoved my chocolate bar in her mouth which made her freak out because I had eaten some already. I just don't get her. I mean all I hear when I talk to her is blah blah blah. She has blondish brown hair and green glasses. I know that sounds pretty dorky but they're actually pretty cool. The bus came to a stop. Stix punched me in the arm pretty hard and got off the bus. She has this thing for me. Matt always makes fun of me for it. I was the last one off. The bus driver smiled at me.
"Camps not all bad,' he told me as I got off the bus. Like that was going to make me like camp any better. I headed over to Mrs. Burdock. She's the camp counselor. She told me my cabin number. Two. That's what I felt like right now. Looking around I noticed the lake first. I guess cause its the best thing at this camp. The canoes were all lying around it upside down. Someone tapped me on the shoulder I knew who it was . Matt. I turned to look at him a scowl plastered across my face.
"Hey Mello so are you in cabin two?" He asked.
'Yep as always," I replied. Matt is pretty cool. He normally wears orange tinted goggles, a striped shirt, combat boots and jeans , But today he had orange tinted sunglasses. The goggles are for the stupidest reason too. He has two different colored eyes. He's just weird like that. Me and Matt headed over to cabin two , but we don't stay where every one else does. We get the smaller room out to the side of the cabin. Its because I get into trouble with a lot of other people, and Matt pleaded with the camp counselor to room with me so here we are. I walked in to the room.
"MATT WHAT DID YOU DO TO OUR ROOM?"I screamed. It had wolf tings every where.
"I kind of redecorated you like it?" he asked nervously. I stomped out and headed to the mess hall for dinner.