I hadn't given up on this story. I just had been working on homework (bleh), and other projects, so time for this has been at close to nothing. So, yeah.
Joanne
Joanne walked back from Maureen's little camp, smiling to herself.
"Hey girls!" she said, walking to a small huddle of wide-eyed kids.
A blonde walked out, her hair in braids and said, "I'm hungry."
Joanne forced a smile, "That's fine, i brought you a snack."
The girls swarmed the box of cookies and apples until there was only a small oatmeal-raisin left.
Joanne picked it up, and ate it. It was raw.
The blonde with braids piped up, "Jo-jo! I wanna 'nother cookie!"
Joanne groaned.
A knock on the cabin door shocked Joanne.
Monotonously, Joanne walked to the door and answered it.
"Agh! Oh my God! Joanne!" screeched Maureen, who barged into the room followed by Ariel and Amy.
"What? What?" asked Joanne.
"You set me up to deal with these teenagers!"
"Huh?" Joanne was confused beyond words.
"Ugh! Just-just come outside with us."
They walked outside by the window, and closed the door, unaware of the small faces pressed against the window.
Amy crossed her arms and Ariel raised an eyebrow, her spiky black hair moving ever so slightly in the breeze.
"Maureen? What's up?"
"You put in charge of dealing with these two!"
"I don't get what's wrong."
Maureen sighed and rolled her eyes in a big dramatic way, "Annie and Andrea-"
"Amy and Ariel."
"Right. Whatever. They came and started talking! Talking! I mean-"
"I DON'T FRIGGIN' KNOW HOW TO COME OUT OF THE DAMN CLOSET!" screeched both Amy and Ariel at the same time.
"Eh?"
The teenagers looked at each other. And their faces were utterly confused.
Joanne clapped her hands together, "Well, that saved a lot of time."
The diva pouted, "Pookie! This is so fucking lame. All they do is remind me that we can't have sex for the WHOLE summer!"
A small voice interupted them, "What does sex mean?"
"Oh, shit."
That's the end of another chapter. And again, sorry I have't updatedfor awhile.