"Summer camp?!" I stood in my living room, gawking at my parents. They sat on the couch, creepily calm, looking up at me with folded arms. "What the hell?!"
"Mykalanne," My step mom, Debra, clucked her tongue at me. "There are consequences for every action. Or did you think you were the exception to the rule, because you're special?"
She's just bitter because she doesn't have any super powers.
"Wh- no!" I stomped my foot on the ground. My dad leaned forward, elbows on his knees.
"This summer camp will help you Mykalanne," He said softly. "It's a summer camp for trouble teens, to help them build character."
"OH MY GOD YOU'RE SENDING ME TO CAMP GREEN LAKE!?" I'm seriously becoming Stanley Yelnats here.
"Excuse me?" Debra scoffed at me. "Camp Green Lake, from Holes? Agent Smalls, did they drug test her at the police office? I would highly suggest, considering her recent behavior."
"A drug test was not executed, would you like it to be done?" Agent Smalls reached into his jacket pocket. I feared for my life what was in there.
"No! No, that won't be neccessary," My Dad started waving his hands around wildly. Debra slumped on the couch, pouting. She hates me, but it's okay because the feelings are mutual.
"Now Debra, don't be bitter!" I said, mocking Empire Records, one of my favorite movies. Debra glared up at me, and I think she was imagining me bursting into flames.
"Mykalanne, now's not the time to have an attitude. You're in enough trouble as it is," My Dad practically wagged his finger at me. I rolled my eyes.
"Well, what if I don't WANT to go to camp?"
"Then you'll be sent to the juvenile detention center, across the street from the Super's Jail. The one Baron Battle is in," Agent Smalls' friend frowned at me.
"Ughhh," I sighed, "When do I leave?"
"First thing tomorrow. The bus comes at 6:30am," Agent Smalls handed me a yellow ticket. I held it in front of my face. It said "Camp Deep Wood: Boarding Pass".
"So, what?" I looked at Agent Smalls and his cohort in defeat.
"You should start packing," My Dad said from behind me. "Debra already put the biggest suitcase in your room."
"How long is the camp?" I asked, taking the first step towards my room.
"Starts tomorrow, gets out the end of August," Agent Smalls monotoned.
"What?!" I grabbed my hair and stomped off to my room. I could not believe this.
"We promise to miss you!" I heard Debra call sarcastically after me.
I flung open the door to my room, and there it was. The huge blue suitcase lying open like a coffin on my bed. I swung open my closet and started ripping clothes off the hangers, throwing them at the suitcase. Yeah, I'm pissed. I believe I have a right to be!
After emptying all my clothes on top of my bed, I realized: Okay, so I'm gonna have to fold everything and pack nicely.
When I'd folded everything up and pulled out my clothes for tomorrow, I actually had some space left, so I threw in some shoes. My Vans, not the slip on kind, running tennis shoes, flip-flops, my orange flats, black flats, silver flats, and red flats. Flats are pretty flexible so I could basically flatten them to make room for more. I win forever!
In the outside pockets I put my make up, cell phone charger, toothbrush, hairbrush, blow dryer, three razors, camera, batteries, iPod, tampons, perfume, deodorant, and a pack of hairtyes. I lose them like crazy, so I'm allowed to take a pack.
Finally, I was done packing. In addition, I was exhausted. Even more than I'd been in the holding cell. I levitated the suitcase off my bed and sent it rocketing across the room, denting my wall. I don't have that great of control on my powers when I'm extremely tired. I barely even had enough energy to take off my pants and crawl into bed. I couldn't put on any pajamas because they were all packed away. Sometimes I don't think.
The next morning came without warning. I felt like I hadn't even gotten any sleep. I didn't dream and I slept like a rock, but the next thing I knew Debra was shaking me to wake me up.
I gained consciousness, slurring swear words under my breath and my door opened, waiting for Debra to leave. She clomped out of my room and I jumped into the shower to wake up.
After my shower I got dressed in the clothes I'd put out the night before: jean shorts that went down to my knees, and a purple polo shirt with a white cami underneath it. I slipped on my low-top converse and opened my suitcase for my make up, tooth brush, deodorant, hairbrush, and perfume. I always forget to leave these things out because I'm going to use them the next morning. I left my blow dryer in the suitcase because my hair is straight so I can just let it dry naturally and nothing bad will happen to it.
I finished getting ready and got repacked and shuffled into the kitchen. I opened the fridge and got out my morning Slim-Fast. I know they don't work but breakfast is like the most important meal of the day and this helps me eat breakfast every day.
"You know," a voice from behind me scared the crap out of me. I turned around and saw Debra sitting at the kitchen table. "They won't have your precious little Slim-Fastat camp. You'll be stuck eating bacon and eggs. Oh, woops!"
She faked surprise about telling me what I'd be eating for breakfast. She know's I'm a vegetarian. And she always gets butthurt about it because she, like, loves steak and thinks it's a crime that I don't take part in the things she likes. I eat sea-food though! So technically I'm a pescatarian, but no one knows what that is, so I'm just like "yeah I'm a vegetarian that eats sea food." It's easier, trust me.
I glared at Debra over my can and walked back to my room, looking out the window to see if the bus was here yet. I glanced at the clock, 6:20, I still got ten minutes.
So what did I do?
Well I'll tell you.
I blasted the theme song from the movie Holes. It fits the situation, and plus it's a good song. I threw in Squid's verse where I knew it was supposed to be.
I used to be a Holes junkie, so sue me.
"Man!" I screamed while the CD was saying "diggin up them holes", "It's S-Q-U-I-D, you wanna try me, end up with an IV, trust me, you're poor you can't pay the fee, try diggin ONE hole then see me BOY!"
I danced around my room for five more minutes, then I heard the blaring horn of doom. I looked out my window, and then at the clock. 6:30. The bus was here. They're good.
I grabbed my suitcase and met my dad and Debra at the door.
"Bye sweetie," My dad leaned down to hug me.
"Have fun!" Debra said sarcastically, leaning down to hug me as well. As she hugged me she dug her claw-like finger nails into my back. What a bitch. I dragged my suitcase outside with me and stopped at the bus. Ron Wilson was standing outside the bus, waiting for me.
"Ron?!" My jaw dropped.
"Disappointed in ya', Myk," Ron shook his head. He took my suitcase and stowed it under the bus, with everyone else's things.
"But I didn't do it, Ron!" Ron and I had been good friends, he always let me sit in the seat behind me.
"Can't say I believe ya', Myk," I followed Ron onto the bus and he sat down in the drivers chair. "There's a seat in the back for you."
But he always lets me sit in the front!