Chapter 3: Welcome to Camp Green Lake A.K.A. Home Sweet Home
Right now I am sitting on my bed, with all my things packed. Clothes, toilettries, notepads, pencilcase, guitar, songbook, i-Pod, CDs, movies, books, and other stuff. It's not that difficult. I am wearing the most "Texas" thing I have. A redish-plaid shirt tied up around my chest, ripped short-shorts, my matching cowgirl boots and hat. My hair is in two low braids. My mom says I look like Aunt Lou in her younger years. I actually don't look like my mom at all. She has strawberry-blonde hair, blue eyes, and tanned skin. I have deep red hair, grass green eyes, and pale-freckled skin. I look like my brother, in my eyes anyway. That's actually the reason why I hate looking in the mirror. i tell people it's because I'm afraid of seeing someone else staring back at me, being the horror movie fanatic I am, but it's just..I see his face when I see mine. That's what my daddy always said.
I see one of my auntie's employees drive up in her white mustang. Mr. Sir, I recognized him as. The car looked almost spotless, except for the dust on the tires. Some boys must've been on car washing duty. Haha, duty. One of the worlds I really hate. Wearing my turtleshell backpack, I picked up my duffel bag and guitar case, and hurried downstairs. Kissing my mom goodbye, and greeted the man waiting outside for me.
"Victoria Walker, you were only twelve the last time I seen you." He said to me with a chuckle. He popped the trunk, "Put your stuff in the back." I do so, and get into the "shot-gun" seat. ya know, front seat? It's basically the only passenger seat in the car.
Well, this ride is gonna take a while. Probably about nine hours long. I should tell you about myself, I guess, to pass the time. Like the kind of music I listen to, my collection of DVDs and CDs, such and such..ya know? Well, I'll start off with my favorites. My favorite colors are blue and green; I kinda look like the girl who would listen to rock or indie-metal, but I actually love R&B and country music! I just love the sound of an acoustic guitar, it cheers me up. I love to dress in punk-grunge, but with just a Texas twist.
My favorite movies are all in my collection, The same goes for songs, and books. Honestly, I beleive that the sequels are never as good as the original movie. I mean, take Mean Girls and Mean Girls 2, example. The first movie was amazing, and the plot and characters were original and realistic. A new girl going to high school, even though she's never seen one. Falling into the spider's web. She went from "homeschooled jungle freak", to school outcast, to having a "double life", being "Plastic", and finally becoming a real human being. The second movie was rebellious and an insult to the first. They ruined a beautiful plot with Disney starts! The "Mean Girls" of the movie just dress preppy, act rich, and make-out with guys just to get their way. It;s revolting! Well, I guess I should tell you you about my collections, now that I'm on the topic of movies. Since I'm a perfectionist, everything is organized in alphabetical order.
My favorite movie is the Outsiders, - Best book and movie ever! - song is One and Only by ADELE, and book is Number the Star. I'm into really deep stuff, ya know? I can't help it. One of my deepest secrets is that I cover every teardrop with makeup and a fake smile. My brother me happy...with a real smile and real laughter..."Cheer up Vicky, it's summer vacation". Sometime I can still hear his voice sometimes, telling me to never give up...
I must have dozed off because I awoke to find a dusty road surrounded by lots of holes. LOTS of holes. My sight cleared as we pulled up to a darkwood cabin, with my name on the door. My cabin. Goodbye highschool, hello home sweet home. Mr. Sir's hand landed on my shoulder
"Victoria, welcome to Camp Green Lake."
