Chapter 8
So apparently I'm supposed to keep a diary of what's going on at the camp for these two weeks, which was the brilliant idea of Mr Barshaw (thanks a bunch). I'm not going to be writing "Dear diary" and feelings and all that crap, if that's what you're expecting. I just need to write enough crap to satisfy the camp leader, and then I'll be done. I can't believe that Barshaw guy. Seriously. I think he has it in for me. Ever since that first hike he's been making me exercise every day. The cheek of it! I'd love to prank him in some way, maybe lure him with food into some a basement and keep him locked up there until these two weeks are over… all I need is a basement, which are hard to find in the middle of nowhere. Logan suggested we fill his room with bees (oh yeah did I mention his majesty Barshaw III has his own room! *Cough* Double standards *Cough*), but again we have logistical problems, such as where do we get a load of bees from. On the subject of Logan, he's been really nice to me recently, and I have literally no clue why. At first I thought maybe he was up to something, but nothing yet. Maybe he's trying to make me fall in love with him so he can reject me, but I doubt it. Even he's not that messed up. Anyway he won't succeed, I don't have time for rubbish like boys and feelings. Plus he wouldn't like me anyway. Why would he, I'm not his type. He'll probably get some attractive older girl with breasts. Not that I care. It's not like he's even hot. Why on earth am I blabbering on about him anyway? Screw him, he'd be lucky to get with a girl like me. Not that he would. Christ, have I written enough yet, this is getting embarrassing. I'm not even sure how you end these. I guess, bye? Louise