Camp Joyce

by: ghosthunterqr5
Rating: pg8(Don't ask)
Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine, all of them are....Well they don't really belong to anyone but not to me Please R&R!!!!!!



Chap 1

Lizzie sighed as she looked out of her bedroom window and down as her mother and father packed the car that was now overflowing with suitcases. Her father had asked her,
Why so many suitcases? Instead of answering Lizzie looked at him as if he were stupid. Men didn't understand. A girl couldn't go to Camp Joyce with less than nine suitcases.
Yes, that was where she was going. Camp Joyce. The perfect pre teen camp in the history of preteen camps as the manual had said. So why would she be upset about going here? Truth be told she wasn't. What she was upset about was the car ride. Her brother Matt and her could never ride in the same car peacefully. But did she have a choice? No. Lizzie had begged her mom to let Matt stay home while she went to camp. But, no. Matt was coming with them in the car.
And once again Lizzie sighed. As she did the phone rang. She reached for it and answered,
Lizzie's line?
Lizzie? Hey, it's Miranda. Hearing this Lizzie's heart was overjoyed. Her and Miranda had been friends ever since preschool. Miranda would understand if Lizzie needed to pour her thoughts out to her. But before Lizzie could say a word Miranda jumped in,
Listen, I was wondering that maybe you could come with us instead of going to camp with Matt.
Of course! Lizzie almost screamed.

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Do you think that Johny will be here? asked Lizzie.
Oh I hope so. Aswered Miranda. They were sitting in the back of the Sanchez's car.
Johny is sssooo cute. Lizzie said dremily.
There was a moment of silence as the two girls sat and thought about Johny. He had short black hair that hung infront of his eyes. He was taller than both Lizzie and Miranda. His eyes were brown. Something drew Lizzie and Miranda to him.
Before they knew it, they were pulling up in the Camp Joyce driveway.
Here we are. annouced Mrs. Sanchez.
Thanks Mom. said Miranda. You can drop us off here.
Are you sure you don't want me to walk you two in? She asked.
Mom, we're thirteen. we can handdle going to camp alone.
said Miranda's mom. They both jumped out of the car and grabbed there bags.
Lizzie smelled the air. The scent of pine trees, cookouts, and campfires lay in the air. The sound of preteen men and women talking, laughing and even crying was heard. Ahh, Camp Joyce.


Chap 2

Lizzie and Miranda turned and saw their good friend Erika running toward them.
They both screamed. The three were each embraced in eachothers arms. When they finally pulled apart. Lizzie stared at Erika's clothing in disbelief. She was wearing a red tube top with the words I Don't Play To Lose' and a picture of a basketball written on it. She was wering black frilly short shorts and platform sandels. Her hair was tied back with a red scarf.
Meanwhile Erika was doing the same. Lizzie was wearing a blue spaghetti strap tank top and the word Angel written across and plain capris. Miranda was wearing a seagreen blouse and a khaki colored skirt.
Lizzie! Miranda! My two favorite twelve year olds!!!
It was Kat who said that. The conselour to the girls cabin.
Thanks Kat, but we're not twelve no more. We're thirteen. Kat gasped when she heard Lizzie say this.

Yes. It's true! More hugs, More tears, More memories. More EVERYTHING!! Lizzie was so glad that she was back with Miranda, and Erika, and Kat. She was glad that the school year was already over and it wouldn't be coming back for a not-so-very-long time.


*~A/N I know, short short chapters(As short as Erika's short shorts Tee Hee) PLZ 4give me!!!~*