Chapter 1

The Beginning of the Story

The summer of 08', I came back from camp as a different person. I didn't think anything so monstrous could be so loving. I didn't think anything would be so life changing...

That day; the day summer camp started, I felt the same as I always had my whole life. Like any teenager would feel. I was only there because my parents wanted to take a vacation with someone other than a book worm. I did not like the outdoors at all. I despised insects, the sun and the nature. I hated ever ounce of it. But there was no going back now. The camp provided the bus to get to the grounds. Which I as well, did not like. Every teen there were happy camp lovers. They sang songs the whole way, as loud as they could. When the bus made it to the ground, I was the first one off. The bus driver and several camp instructors helped unpack the bags from below the bus. Everyone tripped over each other to get to their bags. I was smart and waited for less pest to be in the way. When I grabbed my bag, the zipper came undone and all my belongings fell onto the ground. I sighed in a stressed way and started to pick them up. Foot steps came behind me, I turned to see a tall, muscular, handsome guy standing right behind me. He had a short, black, mow-hawk hair due, with a beautiful white smile and bright blue eyes, that could pass as white. He looked like he could pick up a house. If he were to hug someone my size, they'd be in the hospital with crushed lungs and broken ribs.

"Do you need help?" he asked

His voice was so smooth and gentle. I quickly put the rest of the clothes in my bag and zipped it up. I stood up, while picking up my bag ( a little quickly) and almost fell over. He grabbed me and didn't let go until I was steady. He was closer to me, then what I thought. I looked at him and blushed. He backed up and offered me his hand. I shook it and announced my name.

"Giselle, what an unusual, pretty name."

"My name is Logan" he said with a final shake.

He sounded nicer than he looked. We stood there for a moment. And then the camp's main instructor called out my name. I look at her and waved to letting her know I was there. She came over to greet me herself.

"My name is Ms. Lamar. I am your instructor for camp. You are new, so I will read you the guidelines and walk you to your cabin. I see you have meet Logan Staton. He is a junior instructor. I would ask you if you would like him to escort you to the campfire; seeing that you guys have already meet, but he is a he and you are a she. Therefore, I would get in trouble because male junior instructors can't escort the ladies. Or the other way around."

She looked at me with a wink and said in a whisper,

"If you know what I mean."

I chuckled faintly and gave a fake smile. She grabbed my bag and started walking and talking about the camp rules. I did not follow at first. I looked at Logan and held out my hand for a last second shake. He grabbed my hand very gently and shook it while smiling his beautiful smile that I had already fell in love with.

"Are you coming, Ms. Jorgenson. I heard come from behind

Logan. Ms. Lamar was waving a clip board to signal me to follow.

I left Logan and didn't look back. I could feel him staring at me as I walked away.

If you haven't noticed, my name is Giselle Jorgenson. I am 5' 6". I have long brown hair, with red highlights. My birthday is June 6th , 1991. I turned 17 this year. I am practically an adult and I was sent to summer camp. My parents are very busy people. My mom owns her own Wedding Planning company and my father owns a car dealership. They are always gone and when they are home, they still work. Taking business calls, using the computers and taking notes. They finally get a vacation and I have to go to summer camp, while the both of them get to soak in the sun on a beach, in Florida.

Ms. Lamar was walking, talking and holding on to my bag with no problem. She explained how they are very strict with the young ladies and men. They keep them separated away from each other and in every cabin there is a camp instructor. The only time the two combine is in camp activities. Even then there is always someone watching.

"Now over here is the fire pit and over there is the eating hall. You'll follow your schedule and if you need some help, just ask any camp instructor." she said with a calm and pleasant voice.

We walked passed the fire pit and three cabins. I guessed that we got to mine because we went inside. When inside, Ms. Lamar put my bag on the only bed not made. Which was obviously mine. There was six beds total. The one closest to the door was the nicest one made and clean.

"Well this is it. You probably know which bed is yours. You can place your bag under the bed and put the rest of your belongings, that can fit in this night stand. Which every bed has. You are not to go through anybody's stuff, but yours. If you do get CAUGHT, then you will be sent to me and you will be in bid trouble. So that is it, I guess. Is there anything else you need?" she looked at me with a curious look on her face, like she really wanted to know what I had questions about. Not like some people.

I thought quickly and remembered her saying something about an instructor in every cabin.

"Who is our camp instructor for this cabin?" I asked with a polite voice and questionable look on my face.

"Oh! Yes, that will be the lovely Jessica. She has been here thirteen years and comes every year. If you think you can slip pass her, then think again. And she is also Logan's sister. You can tell the relation." Ms. Lamar said with a chuckle in her voice.

"Well, I'll leave you to your unpacking and hopefully the rest of the girls will be back shortly." she nodded and then walked out the door.

I unzipped my bag and pulled out my hand made scrapbook that my friends and I put pictures in of the last days of school. I looked through it quickly and put it in the night stand. I then pulled out the picture mom had developed for me, it was of the three of us together, at the park. I was only three years of age. That is the only picture I have of them. We haven't had a family photo since. My parents look so happy in the picture. I smiled at their smiles. I put it on top of the night stand. The next thing I brought out of my bag was my sketch book. I hardly go outside, but I had a lot of drawings of the outdoors. I drew things I'd never seen before. Like most of the things people would call fictional creatures. I have drawn everything to unicorns and horses that fly to vampires. I believe they once or still exist.

While finishing the unpacking of my bag. I heard girls giggling. I put my bag under my bed. And looked outside. Four girls, all prettier than me. They walked side by side and all talked at once. I realized them coming this way. I went to my bed and tried to look relaxed. They came in and giggled as they did. They stared at me.

"Look girls, fresh meat." said the tallest one. She had dirty blonde hair and had the clearest skin possible. She had no bags under her eyes, nor did she have any acne. She looked at me with her bright blue eyes. And while so, they reminded me of Logan's. She must be his sister.

I stood up and held out my hand. I wasn't expecting her to take it. She looked like she didn't hang around with dorks like me. Her grip was strong and smooth.

"My name is Giselle...."

"Jorgenson" she said before I finished.

"My name is Jessica. I'm your cabin and one of your camp instructors." she said letting go of my hand. She stood on my left side and placed her hand on my right shoulder.

"I'm Kate." said the brown haired girl with a bikini top and green shorts.

"I'm Megan." said the next in line. She had a beach shirt and a bikini top on as well. Her voice was high and polite.

"And I'm Saphira." said the last girl. She also had a bikini top and beach skirt on. Their skin was all the same color, a plan white. They didn't seem to notice the other girl missing. Jessica looked much like her brother and she was nicer than I thought she was going to be.

"Well, I am glad to have you has a member of the cabin. I see you have already unpacked your things. The campfire will start in about 12 minutes and last til bed time. So if you would like, you can go with us." Jessica said with a calm, but loving look on her face.

"Sure, I'd love to. I think I might change into something more comfortable. I'm not quite sure what to wear though. I'm not an outdoor person." I said with a embarrassing smile on my face

"Well, here we'll help you." Saphira said with a big smile on her face.

"Now it all depends on the 'ifs'." said Jessica holding one of my favorite shirts in the air.

"Ifs?" I repeated with question.

"Yeah, like 'if ' you have already met or seen a boy you like. 'If'' you want to meet a boy." Saphira said holding one of her own shirts to my upper body.

"So have you meet a guy or seen one." asked Kate.

"Umm...well, I..."

"Of course she has, I saw you talking to Jessica's little brother. So do you like him?" Megan said while cutting off her own blood vaines by holding her hands to tightly.

I looked around at them and saw the curiousness in their eyes. Even Jessica looked as if she really wanted to know. But she looked as if she really wanted to hear a positive answer.

"Yeah, he's not bad, he's cute and handsome, polite and cute." I said while looking down at the ground not making eye contact. I said it nervously and I think a little to softly. At first they did not reply and then I looked up to see if they heard me. But as I did, they all screamed and hugged each other. Even Jessica did.

They scrambled around for the perfect outfit and I ended up wearing, shorts-shorts (that I called short because I always wear pants), a tight tee-shirt, that shaped my body figure and most of all they all took turns slapping make-up on me. Jessica did my hair. She just let it down, instead of in the usual pony tail. The make-up highlighted my green eyes and made them more noticeable. I looked like one of them. I had never worn make-up before or shorts. I never let my pony tail down. I never realized how beautiful I was. They all smiled at their great work. And a few minutes later we started off for the campfire (fashionably late).