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Colorado, 2015
Chloe frowned at her left pinky. She'd only been on the campsite grounds for twenty minutes and she had already broken a nail. All because her stupid bedside table drawer was jammed shut.
"Stupid old furniture," she muttered to herself. "Bet they haven't updated this furniture since the eighties."
She took a minute to take in the woody cabin that would be her home for the next two months. Her face scrunched up with despair. It wasn't bad. but it wasn't. . .good. The cabin smelt of wood, slightly sharp but dull at the same time due to the old age of the building. There were three other single beds, which hadn't been occupied yet. She picked a bed against the back wall, away from the entrance. She had already made her bed and put away most of her belongings and slid her suitcase under her bed.
She hoped that she would be allowed a few more moments before her roommates entered, but that thought was quickly pushed aside when two girls entered and greeted her with a smile.
"Um, hi," one of the girls greeted, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear self-consciously.
Chloe took a breath and put on her friendliest smile. "Hey, I'm Chloe. I hope you guys don't mind me taking this bed."
"No that's fine," the first girl answered back quietly. "I'm Jasmine."
Chloe smiled at her genuinely—Jasmine seemed sweet and shy and Chloe wanted to take her under her wing.
Chloe and Jasmine turned at the sound of a loud huffing, and watched as the second girl lifted her duffle bag onto her bed. She wiped a hand over forehead and took a deep breath.
"What a workout!" She spun on her heel and faced Chloe. "I'm Elizabeth, but please call me Liz. My parents are politicians and aren't that creative clearly."
Chloe grinned at her and took a moment to study both girls. They were both quite different from her friends back in New York—where fashion was a massive influence—but they seemed nice enough.
Jasmine was dressed in a pair of running shorts and a shirt that had a high school track team emblem and an old pair of converse. Her brown hair was thrown into a careless ponytail. Clearly athletic, Chloe thought to herself.
Elizabeth, or Liz as she preferred, was a little more stylish, with a pair of white shorts, a plain grey shirt tucked in and her feet in white vans. Her hair was wavy and blonde, and it was reminiscent of The Hamptons, Chloe thought, which probably was the influence of having politician parents.
Chloe was suddenly aware of her own appearance, which probably was less practical than what was required at a summer camp. She was in a white midi skirt and a loose striped cami and had her oversized sunglasses and hat on her bed next to where she was seated. At least her footwear were practical, a pair of white sneakers. In New York terms she was casual, in summer girls camp terms, she must've looked overdressed. She was Chloe, and maybe she had a little more concern over her appearance than other girls, but she was a New Yorker and she wasn't going to apologise for it.
"Where are you guys from?" Chloe asked, looking at both girls.
Jasmine met her eyes briefly before staring back down at her hands. "I'm from Iowa."
"Washington D.C.," Liz replied with a posh accent, placing her hand on her heart. She dropped it and gave Chloe a wry grin. "If it wasn't clear before. It was either summer camp or a politics internship. Love that my parents are politicians, but I have to have options right?"
Chloe laughed lightly. "I hear you. Dad told me camp or a job."
Liz made a face at that while Jasmine laughed quietly. Liz threw herself onto her bed and huffed. "Parents, am I right? So do we actually need to do any 'team activities' tonight, cause I am ready for a nap!"
A loud cough interrupted their conversation—rudely, Chloe thought to herself—and three heads turned to face a blonde whose hair was much too voluminous and tightly curled to be considered casual or natural. In fact, it looked like she had come fresh from the salon. Big round sunglasses were perched on a perfect nose and the logo of Versace could be seen by all three girls. She was stick thin, unnaturally so, and Chloe's eyebrow rose slightly as she took in the wedged sandals, ripped denim shorts, and cropped shirt. Her shoulders provided a little modesty in the way of a floral kimono, but she looked like she had just come from a photoshoot.
While Chloe's New York style was understated and casual, it was clear to her that their new roommate was from L.A.
It was quiet for a few moments, while the three girls waited for the new girl to speak, each with their own reactions—Chloe tried to stop her eyes from rolling; Jasmine watched on in trepidation; Liz had her arms crossed and an unimpressed look.
The new girl slowly pushed her glasses onto her head and eyed each of the girls one at a time, taking everything in. Chloe supposed the dramatics were on purpose to make an impact.
"I'm Isabelle," she stated, she pouted at the last single bed left over in distaste. "This thing looks like a pig sty compared to my king size back in Beverly Hills."
Chloe held back a snort. Beverly Hills, she thought, of course.
She guessed that she had protein mixes packed in her luggage and her tan wasn't au naturale but probably originated from a spray can.
Isabelle rolled her luggage towards her corner of the room and proceeded to rummage through her handbag (Gucci of course). She found a can and started spraying herself and her area of the room. "Where are you guys from?"
Liz stared at her disbelievingly. "You should really open some windows of you're going to spray whatever that is around. Someone could have asthma."
Isabelle blinked at her and Liz rolled her eyes and stood up to start opening their windows. "I'm Liz by the way, Washington D.C."
Isabelle wasn't that pleased with her answer. Chloe supposed that Washington wasn't fabulous enough. Isabelle turned her head to Jasmine, who had been quiet until now.
Jasmine shifted uncomfortably. "Jasmine, I'm from Iowa."
"That's so cute," Isabelle cooed, but there was a tone of condescension.
Chloe decided that she didn't really like this Isabelle's attitude. "I'm Chloe," she told her, putting on her snobbiest voice, a big difference to her friendly greeting to the others. "I'm from New York."
Isabelle perked up at that and Chloe immediately knew where this was headed. She faced many girls who used her as a friend thanks to her connection to the fashion world via her Aunt Nudge.
"Oh I love New York," Isabelle gushed.
Chloe gave her a smile, but it didn't meet her eyes.
*.*.*.*.*
Zoe heard voices as she slowly made her way up the steps to her cabin: Nànan.
"I swear I put it down by the window," a girl assured the rest of the room. She sounded she was from Louisiana, her twang very distinctive.
Another voice, one that sounded local, piped up. "Are you sure? Maybe you left it at home?"
Zoe eased their cabin door open and stepped in quietly. She stood at the entrance and watched the two girls talk back and forth. The first girl was tilting her head up at the ceiling, trying to remember if she did leave it at home.
It was a few minutes before the second girl noticed her at the door. "Oh! I didn't even hear you enter! Are you okay to take that last bed? I'm Felicity by the way."
Zoe gave her a small smile. "Yeah. I'm Zoe."
The first girl spun around, huffing to herself and threw her hands up in annoyance. "I don't know now!"
Zoe lowered her bag onto the bed and sat down and just watched her rush about the room. Felicity rolled her eyes and laid on her stomach, with her pillow propped up underneath her. "Maybe try calling home?"
The second girl nodded and pulled out her phone from her back pocket and smiled at Zoe. "I'm Lottie. Yeah hi, dad? Can you check if my backpack is in my room?"
There was a pause before a voice talked to her from the other side. She groaned when she heard the response. "Are you kidding? Nah, it's okay, I'll let you know if I do. Thanks dad, love you."
Felicity pursed her lips to stop the grin from splitting her face. Lottie pointed a finger at her and frowned. "Don't even start."
Felicity laughed and stuffed her face into her pillow. "You left it at home didn't you? Classic, honestly Lott, why even bother?"
Zoe sat down and smiled at her roommate's antics. They seemed nice enough.
Felicity turned and placed her hands on her hips to face the other girls. "You guys ready to go down to the Mess Hall for dinner? Though, first we'll need to sit through Camp Leader Sharon's speech about unity and fun and staying out of trouble and shit like that. But the food isn't that bad for camp food."
Zoe shrugged; it seemed that both these girls had been on these camps before. "Sure."
Boring filler chapter to introduce the characters. I don't know where I'm going with this. Haha.
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-FlowerChild22