"MAIL CALL!"
The sound of Beth's scratchy voice was like fingernails on a chalkboard and I cringed at the way it thundered across the campground loudspeakers.
The woman definitely did NOT need a loudspeaker to amplify her voice.
The mere thought made me cringe.
One by one the camper's names were called out, followed by ear-piercing screams from lame girls who ran up to Beth and hugged her fiercely.
Geez, you'd think that they'd never gotten a letter before.
"SHERWOOD, MELISSA!"
I blinked, startled out of my thoughts when I realized that my name was being called. Then I blindly pushed my way through the crowd of campers, trying to ignore the sound of my name being chanted over and over.
It was like I was going to an execution, although I had a gut feeling that this scenario was much worse.
I reached Beth and glanced at her; my heart pounding in my chest. She didn't give me a second thought; just shuffled through the pile of letter sand handed me two envelopes.
I didn't have to look at the first one to know that it was from Mom. The last thing I needed right then was to be reminded of the dismal life I was missing at home. I loved Mom and all, but I just wasn't in the mood. I'd open it later.
Excitedly, I looked at the second envelope, knowing it was from Bianca. This was the letter I'd been waiting for.
Without even waiting to be excused from mail call, I turned and made my way back to the cabin, relieved when I saw that no one was around.
It was dreadfully hot, so opened my suitcase and grabbed my swimsuit, a pair of cut-offs and my tank top. I might as well make myself comfortable.
Once I was changed, I sat on my bed and tore open Bianca's letter eager to read what she had to say.