Thursday, 3 May 2012

Myth Camp- Chapter 1

                                         Chapter 1
 
                             Susie woke up early in the morning. She knew that because the sun was still hiding behind the mountains. She was very excited about a certain thing that would happen when her parents wake up. She couldn’t sleep; the clock seemed to move very slowly. The little girl got up at looked at her bag, her mum packed it 2 days before and checked it a few times but Susie still opened the bag to see if everything she needed was in it. She sat back up on her bed and read the brochure that she read many times before. “A magical experience at The Myth Camp. Improving children’s creativity and social skills.” she read quietly.  Of course both Susie and her parents knew she didn’t lack neither of the above, but the 11 year old begged them till she was allowed to go because she loved adventures and wildlife. The girl liked animals (It was probably because her family owned a zoo) and adventures but nothing could prepare her for what was about to happen whenever it got light.

                          Unlike Suzie, Erika woke up as late as she could and her granny had to go to her room a few times before the girl got up. She dreaded what was going to happen very soon. She loved her granny and listened to everything she said. That’s why Erika’s grandma felt very confused because it was the first time her granddaughter was angry with her. Everyone in the neighborhood knew about Erika’s bad behavior. She was always very cheeky to everyone except her granny, was mean to kids at school and nearly never did things she was asked for.  Her granny didn’t think her angel was bad she thought Erika was misunderstood and sad. That’s exactly what was wrong with Erika her parents died when she was 6 years old and now the 12 year old was struggling. She thought that if she had to be sad why were other people happy and that’s why she made their lives worse. Her teacher told each other how Erika was the stupidest girl they had to teach and that she had absolutely no talents. They were very wrong, Erika was very smart, but she didn’t try and when she sang everyone that heard her felt happier, but she would never try out for the school choir because according to Erika it was lame.  Her only friend was a beagle that lived with her and her granny for many years in their small, cozy house. “A summer camp for children over 7 and under 15. Manny fun activities including a daily walk to the forest to teach children how to interact with nature.” Erika read slowly before throwing the pamphlet into her bin. She knew her granny wanted the best for her but the girl was not at all happy with her granny’s idea.  On the other hand she understood that it was all her fault because she was not very creative and you could not call her very social and that’s the reason granny Margaret picked the “Myth Camp” not a the “Karate for girls camp”.

       Lila like the rest woke up with a certain thought on her mind. She felt proud because she with nobody’s help saved up the money to go to the camp. She woke up when she heard the alarm on her clock. She wanted to get up earlier but her roommates made a lot of noise that evening and didn’t let poor Lila sleep. The girl was used to that because she spent her whole life living with the two girls that shared a room with her in the orphanage. Her mother was still a teenager when Lila was born and gave her away because she didn’t want her. Nobody wanted her even thou young children are usually adopted first. Maybe it was her big grey eyes that didn’t seem to be the right size for her pale little face, maybe it was the “rags” she was wearing or maybe it was that Lila had no right arm since the day she was born and all the workers pitied her because they knew she was a lovely child. She got up checked if the money was in her purse and when she knew it was all there she put on her slippers and went to the bathroom. She could not wait to get out of the noisy orphanage for the summer.   

     Abigail rang the golden bell 2 times, sat up on her water bed and waited for the maid to bring her pancakes and tea on a silver tray. The girl’s dad was a rich business man and her mum was a model. She lived in a mansion so big that it would take another book to describe how beautiful it was and tell you at least 2 lines about every room in the house. She was very spoiled and got everything she wanted, she didn’t exactly have no friends, she had many girls that came to her house to play, but I’m not sure they real friends or did they pretend to be just to use her to get stuff and do stuff their parents could not afford.  After eating she got dressed into designer clothes and sat in a chair and started thinking what color of earrings matched her outfit the best, she was 14 and style and her chihuahua Diamond were all she cared about. She hated her older sister and competed with her all the time, the sisters also made each other’s lives harder, but what her sister did on Abigail’s birthday crossed the line. Everyone knew that the spoiled brat hated dirt and nature and no one could imagine such a bad present to give to her. She found a ticket in an envelope she got of her sister and was about to throw it out because she saw it was about a camp near a forest she definitely did not want to go to but then something happened and she was forced to go.
“When I got it I thought of you sis, don’t throw it away,” she said in an angels voice and gave an evil grin in Abigail’s direction.
“Go to that camp!!! I rather go to hell SIS”, she answered angrily
“ Don’t be mean to your sister she gave you it as a present and your going and that’s it Abi”, her parents said and sent her to her room because they believed her sister’s lie about how she thought the girl would like it.
That is how she was in her room saying bye to her dog and ready to go to the camp of nightmares as she called it. All the other three girls were on their way to the camp too.

(Hope you like it and I will post more tomorrow. By the way I'm reading "Dark Visions".

 

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