This is going to be the worst summer ever!
I can't believe my parents are even considering sending me to a summer camp for misbehaved children. I know, I know… you are probably wondering, "What did you do? Did you steal from the store or rob a bank? Eh… not exactly, the reason why I'm being forced to go to summer camp is because I cheated on my English test, lied about it, and failed it anyways.
You see I'm not the most popular girl in the school, in fact half of my class didn't know my name until last week. I'm more of a bookworm, so when it comes to making friends… I'm the last person anyone would want to hang out with, but like I mentioned, that was all until last week.
My parents are both ashamed and disappointed in me. However, I think my dad is even more so than my mom. He keeps lecturing me and it is super annoying. "I don't understand what goes through your head sometimes, Sara! Seriously, what's wrong with you? You need to be more considerate about your actions, because if you keep pulling stunts like you did, your future won't be a good one! Do you see this magnificent car? Do you think I got this by misbehaving?" Dad angrily said as he cleaned off the left side window with a checkered patterned handkerchief from his work overalls. But before I could even answer he interrupted with "No, I had to work my behind off! Nothing in this world is easy, you need to straighten up! That's why I'm sending you to Camp Shelley. They'll show you! You'll see! You're going to wish that you never misbehaved in your life!" I sarcastically thought to myself, I highly doubt that this so called camp will do anything. Especially if it's anything like what my dad was trying to say. I don't even see why he cares! The only thing he cares about is that stupid, ugly red car of his. I swear he loves that car more than he loves me.