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We all started to pile out of the cramped, sweaty bus and grabbed our bags from the side trunk thing. Katy and I made our way to the middle of a little dirt path with the rest of the rest of the nasty little bums in our class, where we waited for Mr. Pearson and the rest of the teachers to finish lifting out Pork who was, surprisingly, still knocked out.
"That was really rather rude, what you said on the bus, Peppermint. I was only proving the point that you were being much too loud obnoxious for my liking. You should really not do that, it is most unflattering."
"You know what Barlon! You can just shut your face right there before I shut it for you, then we'll see whose unflattering."
"Alright ladies, lets not start fighting until we get to the cabins, okay?"
I glared my most murderous glare at the hedonist blonde until she finally turned away. HAHA! Point, set and match. Katy dragged me off towards the front of the pack of little boar people, right next to Mr. Pearson.
"Hi, Mr. Pearson! How long until we get to the cabins?"
"Not long now, girls. See that little fork up ahead? We've just got to turn left there and we'll be at the cabins, okay?"
"Yes Mr. Pearson." We said in unison.
We ran off towards the fork, hearing yells of "NOT TOO FAR" from behind us. During this time, I reflected on the marvel of the world around me. The trees were huge, like they were touching the sky and they were a whole lot of them. It rather felt like the forest was trying to hide something. Wait, what am I saying? Trees don't hide anything, it's against nature. I paused, but still.
We stopped at the crossroads and looked back at the slow walking figures. It was getting foggy, rolling in like a whole swarm of giant golf balls. We could just barely see Mr. Pearson and the rest of the group coming up the foggy moor. I moved a bit closer to Katy, not wanting her to be whisked away by the figureless smoke.
"You okay, Pepper? You're kinda shivering. Have you finally given yourself up to the thought that there are things in this forest other than us?'
"Oh Katy, be serious. Do you really expect me to believe that there is some sort of undead, rotting, scar filled, homicidal sicko in these woods, who's out for our blood? He wouldn't even know who we were, so why would he bother to kill us?"
"Pepper, he doesn't HAVE to know who you are to kill you. You just gotta be there."
"Well, if he does exist, not saying he does, I hope Barlon is right there. The right man at the wrong time can make all the difference in the world."
Mr. Pearson and the others finally got to where we stood and we walked the rest of the way towards the camp. I heard Barlon and her ugly, fat cow lackeys whispering behind us. Joan Barlons lackeys consist of Ashley Shoover, the blondest of the blonde. (No affence to blonde's, I love them. My sister is blonde). Then there is Teresa Pelvis, freaky name right. She is Joan's little, stinking spy. She always gets what she wants and is an annoying suck up. The third is Kim Darnish; she's Barlon's right ahnd man. She's a snitch, a killjoy and a all around jerk-weed. The last one is Joan Barlon's brother, James. He's a year younger but somehow managed to get into our class anyway. He's a pervert and a sicko. He's tried more than once to get me into his bedroom, but I just shove his greasy little head into the dirt, hard. Then I stomp upon it with Katy's big ass, cleats, then I kick it.
"Alright kids, we're going to put you into your cabin groups now, guy's cabins on the left side, girls on the right and please, no whining."
We all nodded in agreement.
"Okay, here we go."
He got through most of the other groups while I was elsewhere, mind wise of course. He sure does talk a lot. He also says okay a lot. Blah, blah blah, oh look, he's reading my name. I snapped back to reality just in time to here my group.
"Peppermint O'Sullivan, Katy chef…"
Katy and I hugged each other hard, that is, until we heard the names of our other partners.
"Joan Barlon, Ashley Shoover, Teresa Pelvis and Kim Darnish. Great, that's everyone. Have a great time kids. If you need me or any of the other teachers, we'll be in the big cabin at the end of the dirt road. See ya."
Katy and I just stood there in shock, bewilderment, fury and a bit of what just happened. So we kinda looked like a constipated rabbit. I couldn't take it. I snapped and screamed the loudest I had ever screamed in over two days. I screamed for all the good in the world that people like Joan Barlon has destroyed. I screamed for bunnies and squirrels and the majestic moose. I screamed for the grass and the trees and the mushrooms and the shrubberies. I just screamed.
…...
"I can't believe that man! He knows I hate Barlon, but he puts us with her anyway! What is up with that? Is he sick in the head?"
"That is a very rude way to talk about a teacher, Peppermint. I might just bring that up next time I speak to him. Goodness knows you could do with a little straightening out."
"SHUT UP BARLON, I'VE JUST ABOUT HAD IT WITH YOU! WHY DON'T YOU BRING THAT UGLY ASS FACE OVER HERE AND LET ME STRAIGHTEN IT OUT FOR YOU! YOU WANT THAT BARLON? NO? THEN SHUT UP!"
She stayed silent the rest of the time, or at least until after dinner, but I could see her evil glares and I met them head on with my own death glare. She was really pushin' her luck, her and all her little sicko followers. I wouldn't be surprised if I went on a homicidal rampage and killed them all in their sleep. I would be doing the world a favor, trust me.
After dinner, where we had lovely cheeseburgers and French fries, we walked up to where the fire pit was and we had ourselves an old fashioned bonfire. During the sing along, I turned to look at the forest and jumped. There was a set of eyes looking straight at me. I turned to show Katy but when I looked again, they were gone. Katy looked at me as if I was crazy. We doused the bonfire and padded along back to our cabins.
Katy and I shared a bunk bed because Katy is always afraid she'd fall out and rip open her spine and no matter how many times I told her that that wouldn't happen, she would still take the bottom bunk. That was no issue for me, though because I love the top bunk. It's like flying high in the sky, with all the fanciful little birdies.
I thought about the pair of eyes that I saw in the trees during the bonfire. Did I really see a pair of eyes? Was there really a person in the forest, watching me? Or was I just completely insane? I laughed to myself. It was probably all the stress of Katy and I being paired up with Barlona and co. My mind couldn't take all the conflicting feelings. Yep, that was it, defiantly.
If only I'd known right then, that it wasn't stress at all.
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