Marshmallows Roasting Over an Open Fire
By The Angel
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Stephanie's head spun around the camp. She wrinkled her nose at the mossy, damp grass and the smell of burning wood. "Daddy—" She said, pulling on his shirt, "this place smells funny and the children look poor. I want to go home!"
Linda and Vince frowned at each other. "Honey, come on. Daddy will buy you another boom box if you stay." Stephanie grinned. "Really? Ooh, give me, give me, give me!" She jumped up and down.
"When you come home, sweetie." Vince patted her on the head. Stephanie frowned and then nodded. "Okay, Daddy." She looked around the campgrounds once more and saw a blonde girl who had sparkling clothes and earrings. Stephanie didn't even have pierced ears, and she felt a twinge of envy.
She folded her arms. "Daddy!" She exclaimed. "That girl over there has nicer clothes, nicer makeup, AND her ears are pierced. She's probably richer than us, Daddy. Go sue her!"
"Stephanie, sweet, I can't sue her because she has more money than us—" Vince began. His daughter pouted. "Then I am going to buy my own company when I am 25, turn everyone against you, and cause you a heart attack in your sixties." She smug smiled.
Vince clutched his heart. "Stephanie, why don't you go play with someone? Try to make some new friends while your father and I talk to the counselors. Go find yourself a nice bunk." She handed Stephanie her bags and Stephanie rolled her eyes and nodded.
"Bye Parents," She whispered as she spotted the first cabin. A crooked sign had the words 'Leaf Wells Cabin' and she shrugged. "Whatever." She mumbled, throwing her bags on the top bunk.
As she climbed up the ladder, she felt the presence of someone else. A blonde boy, tall, and a Canadian jersey on. "That was MY bunk." He snickered at her. She sneered at him with her best "spoiled princess" face. "Oh yeah? I don't see your name on it."
The boy climbed on the bed as well and pulled the covers off. In a big scrawl in black markers where the words— Chris Jericho. He looked at her pointed to the bottom bunk. "Off." Stephanie pouted. "Do you know who my father is?" She demanded.
"No, and I really don't care." Chris cocked his head thoughtfully and smirked.
"My father is VINCE MCMAHON JR!" She screamed his name.
Chris swung his legs over the back of the bed and looked at this girl. She was obviously a bitch, no doubt about that. "So you're father is a millionaire? Is that a reason why I should let you have the bunk?" Stephanie looked at him like he was crazy. "Uh, YEAH!" She exclaimed.
"Not a chance, Princess." Chris said, desperately trying to push Stephanie off the bunk. She pushed him back, wanting him to fall six beds below. "I taller and stronger than you, girlie. Give it up!"
Stephanie moaned in frustration and took her bags. "I will make sure CHRIS JERICHO, that you never work in this town again!" Chris smirked at her as she stormed off. "I don't even live in the country!" He yelled back.
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"Who was that guy?" A redheaded girl came up to Stephanie and asked her. She pointed to Chris. "I mean, who was that guy?" Stephanie looked in his direction, sniggering. "That was Chris Jericho, the biggest monkey butt on the planet."
The redheaded girl giggled. Then she stuck her hand out. "I am Christy." Stephanie shook her hand and smiled. "I am Stephanie." Christy grinned. She was so jealous of Stephanie— She heard rumors saying that Stephanie's father was Vince McMahon, and Stephanie was pretty and thin. Christy was plain and chubby.
As they got into talking, Stephanie grinned. This looks like the start of a beautiful friendship…She thought.
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That night, as all of the campers surrounded a campfire, the seven counselors handed out sticks and gooey marshmallows. "I am Counselor Grace. I will be in charge of the Leaf Wells Cabin." The Leaf Well members giggled and grin. Stephanie's eyes met Chris's.
He stared at her a fun loving, mischievous way of life. Her eyes seemed to say "I am one bitch you can't manipulate." They gave each other a soft stare down. "Stephanie!" Counselor Grace yelled.
"What? Huh?" Stephanie asked, her head shooting up again. "Tell us something about yourself." Stephanie shifted about uncomfortably in her stone seat. "My name is Stephanie and I like to wear makeup, and— I, um…Like to…Um…"
Chris snorted silently to himself. "Act like a stupid witch?" He mumbled. Stephanie glared at him, the fire illuminating her face. "I like to watch wrestling." She finally said. He snorted. That much was obvious—Her father owned the biggest wrestling company.
"Thank you, Stephanie." Grace said. Then she picked the next person.
After the campfire, it was time for lights out. As Chrissy and Stephanie walked back to the cabin together, Chris followed them. "Hi, Stephanie." He whispered from behind. "Ugh!" She screamed.
"Can't you leave me alone, Chris? You are the most annoying person I have ever met in my entire life!"
He rolled his eyes. "Your entire life? How old are you? Nine?"
"I am twelve, you donkey."
"Wow…You're short for your age. I am twelve also." Chris tried to measure Stephanie with his hands.
"Then act like it." Stephanie sneered as she continued on her way with Chrissy.