A/N: I re-edited this because a friend of mine pointed out a few mistakes I made here and there. Please notify me when I make vocabulary and most importantly grammar mistakes. I'll probably make some important changes in the near future concerning the narrator's speech.

"You know, I'm so glad your mum agreed to this." I said smiling.

"I know right! I really like the idea of an 'all girls' camping tri- OOF!" Caroline jerked forward in her seat, "What was that?"

"Sorry girls! The road is a little bumpy." My mother said from behind the steering wheel.

"A little? You've got to be kidding me! We're being tossed about like dirty laundry in a washing machine!" I exclaimed.

Seriously, the road was really uneven; the car shaking with very stone that went under the wheels. I felt that we were going to be milkshakes after this.

"I feel like a milkshake!" Caroline said, reading my thoughts

"I'm so sorry girls, but really, this road is terrible!" Her voice strained with concentration. The woman really was doing her best to keep the car as still as possible, "I don't know what Francesca has planned, but I don't like this flipping road!" My mother swore loudly.

I sighed, I told my mother not to swear while she was in the car. It's actually quiet scary because my mom becomes a different person in the car. I think that she feels younger and starts swearing whenever something displeases her.

After a long time of being chucked about on the rough terrain of the forest trail, we finally arrived at our destination.

I launched myself at the ground and almost started kissing it, "Ground! Safe ground!" I cried in joy.

Caroline started laughing, "You look like a nutter!"

I frowned, "First of all, I never said I wasn't a nutter, second of all, I like nuts!" I continued to frown at my best friend until she burst out laughing again. I permitted myself to smile because I couldn't help it.

"Chich, can you help me set up this tent?" A familiar voice called out. I turned around at the sound of my pet-name that only two people called me.

"Sure thing!" I shouted in reply. I gave a mock salute to Caroline as I left to help her mum Francesca set up the 4 person tent.

It was a breeze to set it up, no wind to interfere and seriously make me miffed. It was a pretty old tent, having to be set up the manual way, but it was nice to look at.

I thought of our fathers at home watching the Arsenal vs Chelsea match, oh how happy they will be all comfortable in squishy armchairs and electricity to go with.

They, the dads, were going to come a bit later, 5 days later to be precise, because now was the prime of the football season and they didn't want to miss any of the games. I rolled my eyes at their football fandom. Typical dad.

Caroline had bought her own tent, a two-person one.

"Kero, why do you have a tent?" I asked, slightly confused as to why there was a tent we didn't need

"You didn't actually think that we would share with the ladies?" She scoffed

"Yeah I did. It's a camping trip..."

"Well, since a lady is a lady, the moms will not sleep in the same tent as us. There'll be no room for the silly stuff they brought along if we do."

I thought of the idea of sleeping in the same area as my mother's stuff, and shivered. I did not want to wake up facing a pile of underwear.

"So, do you agree?"

"Hell yeah. So, how do you set this thing up?" I asked, confused at the large circular flat package she was holding.

"You just throw it."

She hurled the package and suddenly a tent sprang up in the air

"What the…?" You would understand me if you had never seen one of those weirdo tents like me.

"Ha ha! I knew it would freak you out!" She continued to laugh

"S'not funny..." I frowned offended.

In any case, the tent was of course smaller than the other one, but it was even prettier. I looked inside and it was acceptable, like all tents should be. I went to fetch my blow-up mattress and all my other stuff.

I settled down for the night remembering all the things we did: Caroline and I went out to fish by the nearest river, she caught a whopper and I got a fishy the size of my index finger; we got lost on our way back and it started getting dark and I swear I heard a wolf howling; when we got back we got handed mugs of hot tea.

Then, I thought of that Inn we saw...

"Kero, are you sure we went the right way? I'm positive we're going west, not east." I said nervously looking at my compass,

"Oh your compass is wrong! I know mine is right. And yes we are going the right way." She snapped

"Oh yeah, mine is an heirloom from my not-yet-deceased grand-father! Yours is a cheap plastic brand." I snapped back, I looked in front of me and pointed to the inn I had not noticed earlier, "See that inn, it's not marked on your little bit of map, which can safely conclude that we are going the WRONG way."

"Okay, okay you're right, you're right. Just calm down." She said, trying to avoid a fight with me

"Wait, Kero, please give me the map." Caroline grudgingly handed over the frayed map after a bit of coaxing, "Wait, why isn't it marked down?" I was puzzled.

"Must probably be some loony who decided to build an inn in the middle of nowhere. This map is pretty old, remember?"

"One, that's really mean to the owner even if it is probably true, and two, correct, this map is around 15 years old."

"I want to go in, but I want to show mom first..." She said

"You're right; it doesn't exactly look very welcoming..." The ground was covered in dying shrubs and weeds, even the trees around us looked slightly dead in the sunshine.

I tried to shrug off the idea by thinking it was because of the early May weather that made it foreboding, but it didn't work,

"Look," I said suddenly because Kero looked a bit afraid, "Let's just retrace our steps, and go in the opposite direction."

It seemed like a good idea to the bossy girl who refused to believe that we were going the wrong way, because she nodded her head meekly and followed me.

I sighed, even though she acts so tough, she really is a flimsy girl who can barely stand still in wind. I'm glad she's mature.

Or is that just me being in the body of a nearly-15-year-old, with a mind of a 13 year old?

None of that really matters anyways. I just want Kero to start being her hyperactive bossy self again.

We soon got to the stream with MY directions and tried our luck at fishing.

End Chapter 1.