Thursday, 8:00 PM
The fire crackled in front of my eyes and the kids talking around the fire didn’t really bring my attention, and neither did the counselor telling scary stories. Sure, they were a little scary, but it just didn’t interest me. In fact, this whole camp was boring. I wished Mom hadn’t sent me to summer camp. Cameron, my best friend, would have accompanied me during the summer and we would have played video games all day every day. Mom knew I didn’t like the outdoors. Sometimes I thought she just wanted to torture me. I didn’t like the outdoors, and for good reason. There would always be my bully wandering around. Her name was Stacy. I hid from her as often as she could without my own friends calling me a baby for not facing her. I wasn’t afraid to hit a girl, I just didn’t want to.
I would bet that Cameron was at his house right now, eating a bowl of chips