Cami shifted uncomfortably in her seat as the silver handcuffs that held her wrists down to the dirty blue vinyl bus seat on the even dirtier safety hazard of a school bus took her, her seven best friends, and Ronnie, their leader. They weren't a gang or anything. They were just a group of girls that stuck up for each other. At least that's what they thought. It wasn't fair. It just wasn't fair. How could things have gotten so messed up? How did everything go wrong. Cami's home life wasn't exactly the picture of perfection. She and her little sister basically had to take care of themselves. Their dad was never around - probably getting high or getting drunk and passing out on some poor old woman's yard.
Cami never really cared about what he did. She'd be damned if she was his real daughter anyway. Her mom was just that kind of woman. She claimed to have a job, but everyday when she and Leah, her little sister, would walk home school, Cami would have to cover Leah's eyes and lie, telling her that there was a dead animal in the road or maybe even some guy trying to sell something when it was really her so-called mother throwing herself at any man with a stick between his legs outside a Holiday Inn. Yup, her home life was pretty fucked up. But it was okay, because she had her friends and James. And James was perfect. The perfect boyfriend, the perfect football player, the perfect son, the perfect everything. But, just as Cami should've known, perfect only lasts so long.
-flashback-
Cami and James sat in his cherry red convertible parked under the old oak tree by the lake just outside of town. They'd been sort of sitting there for a while and she was beginning to feel a little distant. She and James had just come from the biggest football game of the season - which they lost - and she could tell James has been drinking a lot.
All of a sudden James turned to her and moved a little closer. Cami didn't really feel like looking at him, not when he was like this.
Without warning, James sighed and began running his hand up and down her thigh. Cami tried to squirm away, but James wasn't about to let that happen.
It was just as he started to push his hand up her blue and white cheerleading skirt that she started to panic.
Cami laughed nervously, "Um…James, baby, maybe you should take me home now."
James stopped and looked at Cami like he was about to kill her.
Now Cami didn't want to go home, she just wanted to get the hell away from James.
"James, take me home, now." Cami ordered, her voice shaking.
"No." James answered with a blank expression.
Cami held back tears, "Please." she pleaded.
Same answer, "No."
Cami was getting fed up, "Fine then, I'll walk."
She quickly got out of the car and walked away. She didn't know where she was going. She just walked.
To Cami, it seemed about 15 minutes of walking before she heard the sound of 4 screeching tires coming closer towards her. Somehow she knew it was James. She didn't even turn around, but she just knew. She also knew that she should just keep walking.
All of a sudden she heard the car stop. Cami kept walking.
She heard some one open and close the car door. Cami kept walking.
She heard footsteps following her. Cami kept walking.
She heard James yell for her to come back to the car. Cami kept walking.
She heard James tell her he'd never let her go, "You're mine and you know it." Cami started running.
-end flashback-
As soon as the bus pulled up to Green Lake all the boys in camp were brought out of the tents and lined up outside Mr. Sir's office. They were to wait for the new boys to arrive and then they would be told which campers would go to which tent. It was pointless, yes, but since when did anything that had to do with Camp Green Lake have a point anyway?
Mr. Pendanski walked out of Mr. Sir's office and stood in front of the first bus that pulled up.
Once the bus doors were opened, Mr. Pendanski took out a piece of paper and began reading off names.
He went through tents A,B,C,E, and F. Everyone was shocked that there weren't any new campers for D-Tent. But when Mr. Pendanski finished the list, there was still one last bus.
Mr. Pendanski looked over at the last bus, sighed heavily, and took out another list from his pocket.
"Bobbi Danes." he called out. What stepped off the bus, was something no one expected.
It was a girl. I full-fledged, 5"6' girl with short black hair and brown skin wearing a pair of black jeans and a baby blue t-shirt with the word "kisses" written in big black writing on it. She slung a dark green book bag over her shoulder and walked over to where Mr. Pendanski was standing. She tried to avoid the obvious stares of the boys, but that, unfortunately, was impossible.
Mr. Sir walked out of his office and shot a dangerous glance at the boys, who quickly stopped their hollering, but their whispers could be easily heard.
"Michelle Persia." Pendanski called.
Another girl stepped off the bus and flung her long dark blonde hair over her shoulder. She was wearing dark green jeans with gold sparkles and a golden tank top with the words, "party 'till he looks cute." written in the same dark green. She picked up a brown duffle back from the ground and walked over to where Bobbi was standing and started talking to her.
Mr. Pendanski cleared his throat, "Lora Jontz."
Another blonde stepped off, this time with shorter hair and big blue eyes that you could probably drown in. She wore a pair of light denim shorts and an equally light pink tank top. Navy blue duffle bag in hand, she made her way over to the other two girls and tried to avoid the boys.
"Holly Jerold."
A small brunette girl hopped off the bus wearing a short pink sundress and a denim jacket with a navy blue book bag on her back and a gold chain twirling around her right index finger. She smiled a little and walked over to her friends and started doing what she did best, talking.
"Emma Taylor."
An even smaller brunette jumped off the bus with a strapless purple baby doll shirt with dark denim jeans and purple platform flip-flops and looked around at all the boys, turned toward the bus doors and held out her arms. As if on queue, a black book bag was tossed out the bus and she ran to the other girls and they all started laughing and giggling wildly.
"Veronica Montoya."
A medium sized Spanish looking girl slowly got off the bus and smirked when she saw the boys staring. She wore a short hot pink skirt and a citrus green spaghetti strap tank top and hot pink platform flip-flops.
She flipped her hair over her shoulder and picked up a dark blue book bag and walked over to the other girls, adding an extra swish to her hips.
"Kaitlin Saunders."
Yet another brunette stepped off the bus, wearing a yellow tank top and a medium length denim skirt and a black duffle bag. She looked around for the other girls and, once spotted, walked over and stood, surveying the huge crowd of boys for anything worth taking an interest in.
"Cameron Blake."
No one got off the bus.
Mr. Pendanski cleared his throat and repeated the name.
Still, no one got off.
Half the girls giggled and the other half just rolled their eyes and smiled.
"Cami!" they all yelled in unison.
After a few moments, another girl walked out of the bus doors. She had long dark brown hair and caramel skin. She wore a white spaghetti strap and flared low-rise camouflage jeans and flung a brown leather drawstring backpack over her shoulder and placed a red "I love Towlie" hat over her head and walked over to the other girls without taking a single glance at any of the boys.
"Alright then," Mr. Sir began, "You girl's be in D-Tent. Follow me. D-Tent, you too."
The guys and new girls of D-Tent followed Mr. Sir into his office leaving about 50 boys staring behind them.
Like it? Hate it? Review, please…. I really was kidding about the monkeys, but you don't wanna know what the bunnies will do to me. : )