We Met at Camp..., chapter 1
I read the note Mrs. Ticonderoga, my l. A. Teacher, had passed out to everyone in the class. It was not just any note. At least not one about some meeting going on the next day. No, this note contained vital information on the regards of camp week.
I know what your thinking. Your thinking: Whop-dee-do! Who cares?!? It's just camp week. That's mean's a whole week of no school.
Well, that will never happen. Not at my school. Not at O. J. DeJourng. [pronounced De Young].
So you'll probably want to know why, right? Well, when your in 8th grade, you have the choice to go to camp for a week. A whole week of no homework and fun! But if you don't go or can't 'cuz your not in 8th grade, then you stay behind and go to school. And yes, they check with your parents to make sure you come to school. So, yeah, you'll be better off going to camp because it's not like you will have homework, trust me you'll want some. It's so boring.
I re-read the note and sighed deeply.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothin' Star. I just needed to breath. You know, I like to do that every so often," I said making her laugh.
I tried not to laugh too, but it's very hard not too.
"Ha ha ha. Just because I have sleep ephnia does not mean you can laugh," I said.
"So, are you going to go?" she asked getting over her fit of laughter.
"Depends, where we going?" I asked, she laughed again.
"To... Camp.. Retard!" she said in between fits of laughter.
"Yeah, one whole, glorious week without family. No brothers. No sisters. No parents."
"Okay get out your comprehension homework and trade with the person sitting on your left." the teacher said." For example, Frank and Charlie will trade and Star and Bob will trade."
I turned to my left and traded papers with Frank. I really didn't know him but he seamed like an okay kid. I noticed that he had really neat handwriting, even better than mine. Well, everyone does. I have the worst handwriting ever.
I looked over at Star and she laughed. I shrugged and began to pay attention to what my teacher was saying. As we checked the papers, I drew on his. I had a habit of doing that. Many people found it annoying, mostly the teachers. Most of the students don't mind, in fact, I think some of them hope for me to get their paper just so I can draw on it and they get to admire my work.
"Number 24) In the story, why did Justin's brother run away from home? Frank?"
"Ummm..." he turned a bright red." Because he couldn't, umm, take the abuse from his parents."
The teacher went on and on, it seemed like forever before we were done. Franks paper was almost covered in small pictures and cartoons. I handed him his paper and he seemed surprised that I had drawn all over it.
"Sorry, I was board," I explained.
"Ummm... It's... Fine," he chocked out.
Over the course of the next week, I had packed all of the things that I would need. Most of my clothes, I didn't have many, my medicine, two pairs of shoes, flashlight, batteries, pens, paper, etc.
My mom really didn't want me to go. She came up with every scenario she could think of.
"Your allergies, what if all of the wild plants and animals make you sick?"
"I'll take my inhaler."
"What if you start to cough again and you can't long enough to breath?"
"I'll have my advair inhaler and the shots to take if that does happen."
"But what will happen if you stop breathing in your sleep, again."
"Mom, don't worry. There will be a trained nurse in my cabin. She will watch over me 24/7."
"But what if you eat food you are allergic to?"
"Mom! Don't worry. I'll be safer there than I will ever be here. I'll have plenty of medicine to last me for a lifetime and longer."
She finally calmed down and my dad told me to make wise choices and not to do anything that is stupid. I told him that I wasn't stupid and that I would be fine.
My brothers and sisters were okay with me leaving for a week. I think they were to young to understand. But just the same my mom made them say goodbye.
Dad drove me to the school Monday morning at ten. Everybody that was going to camp was able to sleep in.
On the way, Ghost of you by My Chemical Romance came on. I sang along, that was until my dad turned off the radio. I was so zoned out that I kept on singing until my dad had stopped the car.
"Have fun and don't worry about your mother. I'll set her strait." my dad said." Oh, and you should pay more attention. I was trying to get your's for the past 3 min."
"Sorry but I really like that song."
I got out of the car and walked up to the school doors. I walked through the school until I reached the North Gym.
As I walked into the gym, I was bombarded by a group of people. Most of them were hugging me. I felt really awkward.
I know what your thinking. Your thinking: Whop-dee-do! Who cares?!? It's just camp week. That's mean's a whole week of no school.
Well, that will never happen. Not at my school. Not at O. J. DeJourng. [pronounced De Young].
So you'll probably want to know why, right? Well, when your in 8th grade, you have the choice to go to camp for a week. A whole week of no homework and fun! But if you don't go or can't 'cuz your not in 8th grade, then you stay behind and go to school. And yes, they check with your parents to make sure you come to school. So, yeah, you'll be better off going to camp because it's not like you will have homework, trust me you'll want some. It's so boring.
I re-read the note and sighed deeply.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothin' Star. I just needed to breath. You know, I like to do that every so often," I said making her laugh.
I tried not to laugh too, but it's very hard not too.
"Ha ha ha. Just because I have sleep ephnia does not mean you can laugh," I said.
"So, are you going to go?" she asked getting over her fit of laughter.
"Depends, where we going?" I asked, she laughed again.
"To... Camp.. Retard!" she said in between fits of laughter.
"Yeah, one whole, glorious week without family. No brothers. No sisters. No parents."
"Okay get out your comprehension homework and trade with the person sitting on your left." the teacher said." For example, Frank and Charlie will trade and Star and Bob will trade."
I turned to my left and traded papers with Frank. I really didn't know him but he seamed like an okay kid. I noticed that he had really neat handwriting, even better than mine. Well, everyone does. I have the worst handwriting ever.
I looked over at Star and she laughed. I shrugged and began to pay attention to what my teacher was saying. As we checked the papers, I drew on his. I had a habit of doing that. Many people found it annoying, mostly the teachers. Most of the students don't mind, in fact, I think some of them hope for me to get their paper just so I can draw on it and they get to admire my work.
"Number 24) In the story, why did Justin's brother run away from home? Frank?"
"Ummm..." he turned a bright red." Because he couldn't, umm, take the abuse from his parents."
The teacher went on and on, it seemed like forever before we were done. Franks paper was almost covered in small pictures and cartoons. I handed him his paper and he seemed surprised that I had drawn all over it.
"Sorry, I was board," I explained.
"Ummm... It's... Fine," he chocked out.
Over the course of the next week, I had packed all of the things that I would need. Most of my clothes, I didn't have many, my medicine, two pairs of shoes, flashlight, batteries, pens, paper, etc.
My mom really didn't want me to go. She came up with every scenario she could think of.
"Your allergies, what if all of the wild plants and animals make you sick?"
"I'll take my inhaler."
"What if you start to cough again and you can't long enough to breath?"
"I'll have my advair inhaler and the shots to take if that does happen."
"But what will happen if you stop breathing in your sleep, again."
"Mom, don't worry. There will be a trained nurse in my cabin. She will watch over me 24/7."
"But what if you eat food you are allergic to?"
"Mom! Don't worry. I'll be safer there than I will ever be here. I'll have plenty of medicine to last me for a lifetime and longer."
She finally calmed down and my dad told me to make wise choices and not to do anything that is stupid. I told him that I wasn't stupid and that I would be fine.
My brothers and sisters were okay with me leaving for a week. I think they were to young to understand. But just the same my mom made them say goodbye.
Dad drove me to the school Monday morning at ten. Everybody that was going to camp was able to sleep in.
On the way, Ghost of you by My Chemical Romance came on. I sang along, that was until my dad turned off the radio. I was so zoned out that I kept on singing until my dad had stopped the car.
"Have fun and don't worry about your mother. I'll set her strait." my dad said." Oh, and you should pay more attention. I was trying to get your's for the past 3 min."
"Sorry but I really like that song."
I got out of the car and walked up to the school doors. I walked through the school until I reached the North Gym.
As I walked into the gym, I was bombarded by a group of people. Most of them were hugging me. I felt really awkward.
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