Camp Rock
Chapter 15
My own version of Camp Rock told in Shane's point of view"Shane, you gotta wake up," Uncle Brown is pushing me. "Wake up!"
I groaned and muttered something. I don't even know what I muttered, that's how out of it I am.
Uncle Brown sighed. "Shane, why do you always do this to me?"
I groaned again. "I'm sick…" I said in a wimpy voice. That's not a lie; I really am sick. My head is killing me and I feel like death. Is that even possible to feel like death? I mean, do most people feel like death? Other than the grim reaper, of course. Oh, listen to me rant! I must be sicker than I thought.
"No you're not," my uncle scoffed.
"Yes I am," I mumbled. "God damn forest… I think I have rabies,"
Uncle Brown scoffed. "You do not have rabies!"
I moaned and pulled the sleeping bag over my head. "Piss off, Brownie!"
He sighed. "Don't make me get Tess in here to wake you up,"
I stayed silent.
I heard him leave the tent. "Tess!" he called out. Great. Perfect. Just my luck.
All of the sudden, I felt someone pouncing on me. "Get up you lazy piece of shit!" she screamed while she punched me. I punched her back and then coughed on her. She shrieked and then ran out of the tent. I weakly got up from my sleeping bag and walked out of the tent, feeling slightly dizzy.
I went over to my uncle and leaned up against him for support. Even walking three feet sucked the life out of me. Mitchie came up to me. "Wow. You look like hell,"
I nodded. "I know," I coughed a bit on Uncle Brown but made it seem like an accident. He rolled his eyes and walked away. Why doesn't he believe me? I'm a trust worthy person! Ok maybe I'm not, but that's not the point.
"So are you actually sick? Or are you faking?" Mitchie asked.
I nodded. "Yes," I said and went over to Nate and Jason
"Wait. Yes to what question?" she asked, chasing after me.
Nate turned to face me. "Whoa! You look like you died!"
I rolled my eyes. "Thanks,"
Jason gave me a weird look. "Is that you, Shane?"
I sat down on a log and buried my hands in my face. I was so exhausted and I don't even know why. Being sick sucks.
Tess walked over to me. "You're such a fucking faker. Give it up; we all know you're lying,"
I looked up at Tess. "I HOPE YOU GET CANCER AND DIE!" I yelled.
"Come on dude, that's not funny. Don't joke about those things," Nate said.
"Who's joking?" I asked.
Tess rolled her eyes and scoffed. "Asshole…" she muttered and walked away. I buried my hands in my face again and moaned.
"Ok everyone, let's go," Uncle Brown said.
Mitchie helped me up and we walked somewhere. I don't even know where we were going. My eyes were closed and Mitchie was guiding me. After a while, I started to wonder where we were going. I opened my eyes and looked around. It seemed like we were heading back to camp. Wait, why are we going back? I thought we were staying in tents! Whatever… I closed my eyes again and let Mitchie lead the way.
We continued our death march down the mountain. I tripped over a rock and fell down. I was too tired to scream and make a big deal about it, so Jason and Nate just helped me up and we continued walking.
We stopped by the lake. I sat down on the sand and closed my eyes. I laid back and moaned loud enough so that my uncle could hear me. When I didn't get any response, I moaned louder and more obnoxiously than before. Uncle Brown sat down next to me. I opened my eyes and looked around. This place didn't look like camp. I think we're on the other side of the lake or something. I saw Uncle Brown and moaned… again.
"You must really hate hiking," Uncle Brown said.
I nodded. "That and the fact that it's even worse when you're sick,"
Uncle Brown rolled his eyes. "Will you give it up already? I know you're not sick so you can just stop,"
"I am sick," I said and coughed.
"Well you're a good actor," he said and got up. Douche bag.
"I'm not faking!" I called out after him.
He kept on walking away. I looked out at everyone and they were all swimming in the lake. I watched as Jason and Nate wrestled each other – God knows what they're fighting about. Mitchie was trying to get them to stop but then she gave up and went over to me. "Hi Shane," she said and sat down on a towel next to me.
"Ugh…" I mumbled too tired to say anything else. I'm speaking caveman now.
"Are you feeling any better?" she asked.
"Ugh…" I lay down and closed my eyes.
"Wow, you really are sick,"
"I told you…"
"I'll go get your uncle,"
"Tell him… he's a douche bag,"
Mitchie got up and walked away. I sighed and waited. Uncle Brown and Mitchie returned.
"I think he really is sick," Mitchie told him.
My uncle rolled his eyes. "And you believe him?"
"Uh… yeah?" she said.
Uncle Brown kneeled down next to me and put his hand on my forehead. "Holy crap! You're burning up!" (I'm slipping into the lava, and I can't keep from going under.)
"I told you so…" I muttered. Then, I threw up in the grass. Yucky.
"We better get you back to the camp and let you rest," my uncle told me.
I grumbled. "Too tired… Can't I just lay here and die?"
"You're not gonna die,"
"If I have rabies I will,"
"You don't have rabies,"
After a very long and torturous journey back up the mountain, we made it back to the tents and I crawled in Uncle Brown's (It was the closest.) He gave me a weird look, but I just quickly fell asleep.
X X X
I woke up feeling better. I have no idea what time it is or even what day. I opened my eyes and looked around. It was light out so I assumed it was noonish. I tried to go back to sleep, but I couldn't so I decided to snoop around. I looked in my uncle's backpack and found some pretty interesting stuff.
A bottle of whipped cream, eh? Hmmm… I have an idea. I shook the can and squirted the whipped cream in my mouth. I stood up and walked out of the tent. I saw Uncle Brown sitting on a log, reading a book.
I snuck up behind him and then jumped in front of him shouting, "RABIES!! RABIES!!" and allowed a bit of the whipped cream to ooze out of my mouth.
He screamed and dropped his book in the dirt.
I yelled some more. "RABIES! I HAVE RABIES!! RAWR!!"
Uncle Brown jumped up and ran. I laughed. Heh heh… rabies.