A/N- So, school's starting up soon. 8 days to be exact. I'm on countdown. I might not be able to update as much, but I'm sorry to say most of my updating issues are named Lazy. I'm working on consistency, though; I'm working on it.
In the meantime, I wanted to say- OMG LOOK! A BUTTERFLY!
What was I talking about again?
Chapter Three – History- Melanie
"Hey, sweetie, we'll be back in about an hour, okay?"
"Yeah, sure, whatever." I answered. She knew I hated when she called me sweetie. I was not sweet. I was evil, conspiring, and a risk-taker, but I was most certainly not, by anybody's definition, sweet.
I had the whole camper to myself now. Both parents gone out to the department store I wanted no part of, and my older brother was in collage, out of state. I was alone, in a camper, twenty minutes into the woods, my only companion a cat named Fidget.
What shall I blow up today?
Well, my mom was always bugging me to clean out Fidget's litterbox.
Pretty soon, I was putting a lighter to a bag of cat turds. It made a satisfying amount of smoke. Heading back to the camper two hours later, I wondered where my parents were. They weren't the type to be late for anything. In fact, they were often early. This worried me, even if I was the indestructible Melanie.
I waited in that camper for two weeks. After two days, I started to ration the food, and, being meant to last three for seven days, I was fine. Fidget ran out of cat food, but he didn't need it that much. That cat had enough flab to last him a month.
After roughly fourteen days, more or less, I finally accepted that they weren't going to come back.
I packed a backpack of everything I could take from the camper, which wasn't much. I was about to hike up towards the nearest town, but some instinct sent me trekking through the woods, up north, away from people.