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My eyes were closed and I could hear people's words buzzing around me. I blinked my eyes open, my vision was blurred at first, but soon cleared as I focused on the many unfamiliar faces floating above me.

"Come on you guys, give the girl some space!" I heard someone say and the faces disappeared, replaced by Shane and my dad. Oh my god, I fainted! What a LOSER!

"Are you alright Cami?" My dad asked as Shane slowly helped me up off the ground and onto my feet.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a bit overwhelmed." I gave a shaky smile, my face flushed in embarrassment as I saw people staring at me, and brushed the dirt off my shorts. I was mortified. Way to make an impression! My dad, after shaking some of the dirt off my back, stepped back.

"You sure?" questioned Shane, his eyebrows raised as he inspected my face for any indications that I was lying. I simply nodded my head, giving him a look that said his skepticism was getting annoying.

"Okay. Well I guess I'll show y'all around and then y'all can get yerselves settled." Dad and I followed after Shane as he walked around and pointed at different things out to us; like where we could bathe, set up our tent, where the campfire was. At the end of our tour Shane told us to make ourselves at home, he then walked off and did his own thing. Meanwhile my dad and I went to set up our tent; it was a lot easier to do this time around. Dad had reverted back to his quiet self and I tried to make conversation multiple times, but his one word answers made it clear that he was not interested in what I had to say, so when we were done I went to go try to introduce myself to some people. I saw a group of women hanging out some clothes to dry.

"Do you mind if I help out?" I asked when I walked over to them. The five women looked over at me.

"No not at all. I'm Andrea." The blonde woman said extending her hand towards me. I took it, shaking her hand gently before releasing it. "This here's my sister, Amy." She gestured to the younger blonde girl beside her. She looked to be around my age. "And that's Carol, Miranda, and Jacqui." She pointed at the three women respectively, who all smiled and waved.

"It's nice to meet you all." I waved at them awkwardly. "I'm Camilla, but you can call me Cami or Cam, either one is fine." I started to picking out clothes to hang and made small talk. They were all relatively nice. I felt horrible for acting like such a spaz before and I felt the need to apologize.

"Sorry about freaking out earlier when we first got here. I guess I was just a bit overwhelmed from seeing so many people after weeks of it just being me and my dad."

"Not a problem, Honey. We did sorta just pounce on ya." Jacqui smiled at me reassuringly, her mocha skin wrinkling slightly at the action. We continued like this for hours and after finishing with the laundry, we just continued doing normal everyday things, which was something I really missed doing. I never thought the day would come when I actually missed and even enjoyed doing chores.

Aside from the lovely ladies I also came across Dale, the owner of the Winnebago. He spent most of his time on top of the RV keeping watch. He seemed to be in such a good mood despite the situation and that made me feel so much better about the whole thing. I liked him even though I didn't get to speak with him much. Next was Glenn. He was a hoot! Seriously, the kid had me rolling on the ground in less than 5 minutes. He told me all about his encounters of being a pizza delivery boy; he had witnessed some pretty weird things on his routes. Jim was someone that meant well and he was an overall friendly guy, but he kind of gave me the creeps. I didn't know why, but I did know that I wouldn't be spending too much time around him. I also had the displeasure of meeting Merle Dixon, he saw me as fresh meat and took it upon himself to let me know who he was. He too made me uncomfortable, but not in the same way Jim did. Where Jim was friendly, Merle was... well not so friendly. He was belligerent. The way he talked to people in the camp was horrible, the man threw racial slurs and sexist remarks around left n' right. He was downright offensive and I wondered why these people put up with him. I made a mental note to steer clear of the redneck pig.

As the sun began to set I walked around the camp looking for my dad, I hadn't seen him since I had left our tent earlier. I eventually found him talking with Glenn and that feeling of hurt came back full force, except this time hurt brought along some friends; Anger, Rejection, Confusion, and a tinge of Jealousy. I didn't understand why he refused to talk to me. We were all the other had. We were family, we had to stick together, but he treated me like a stranger. He laughed loudly at something Glenn had said. The anger flared, I hadn't heard him laugh since the day we left home.

I turned around and stormed over to the green tent, angry tears ran down my somber face, gathering dirt as they made their way down. I crawled in, sat down and began to dig through my fathers bag searching for the one thing that could bring me some kind of peace. I threw his clothes around the tent, not caring where they landed. I found what I had been looking for and I slowly pulled out the framed picture of my mother. I laid down on the blue sleeping bag that was spread out on the floor of the tent and hugged the picture to my chest, pretending that I was somewhere else in some other time.