Camp Fillwood | By : Darkhart Category: -Misc Cartoons > Crossovers Views: 4378 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Prologue: 28 June
“Yes finally another year has passed.” Victoria cries out. Victoria is a close friend of mine, she’s what most people would call an emo, but she’s not she just likes black and loud music. “Yeah thank god. Another 2 months of freedom.” Replies David. David is the technical guy from our pack; he’s real good with a computer. “For you guys it is for me it’ll be 2 months of sand and annoying family.” Says Amin, his name means Honest and reliable, he is, reliable that is. He’s only honest to his friends and his parents and only when it serves him. “Don’t worry I’ll call you as long as you accept the charges.” Laughs Simon. Simon is a thief and a fraud, but he has his moral code, that mostly consists of not stealing from his friends. We walk away from the school building; today was the day we picked up our result charts and with that passing the fifth year of high school. I pull a crumbled pack of cigarettes from my jacket and light one. Even though it’s hot I still wear the jacket to cover my arms. “So now what?” Asks Victoria as she steals my cigarette. “Let’s drink. You’re buying.” Says Simon as he pecks her on the butt. My cell phone starts vibrating in my jeans. “Hey Jake what is the in your pants a vibrator?” Laughs David. “I pull out my phone and look at it. 1 unread message, sender: my mother. I open the message. It reads: Come home you need to pack. I put the cell phone away and say: “Sorry guys got to go.” “Oh why?” asks Amin like a girl. “Because my mom possibly set me up with something lame and I got to pack up my stuff.” I reply. “We’ll tag along, help you pack.” Says David. “Thanks.” I simply say. “Besides, we can drink all your beer.” He continues, I shrug and walk home, with the rest of the group behind me.
I open the door to my room and toss my backpack in a corner. I walk in and everyone follows me. There was no one home so I turn up some music and open my mine fridge and pull out some cold beers. I hand them out and we give a cheer since schools passed. Then I grab a bag from my closet. It’s the one I use when I go on a vacation. I grab some clothes and those them in. “So where are you going?” Victoria asks. “No idea, I’ll ask my mom she’ll know.” I reply pulling out my cell phone and sending my mom a message asking where I’m going. The reply that comes consists of 1 word: Camp. Everyone laughs even I do, this is so stupid I got to go to a camp, that’ll be boring. “So what stuff will you take?” asks David flipping through some unread Manga’s. “I don’t know, my Ipod, an extra cell phone in case they take this one, a computer.” I sum up while the rest get the said stuff; they also toss in an extra loaf of cigarettes and a lighter. “Condoms?” asks Victoria. “Why you think there’ll be anyone hot in that camp?” I reply sarcastically. “You never know.” Victoria smiles as she tosses the condoms in the bag. I look in the bag, I got pretty much everything. But before I close it Amin stops me and tosses in 2 small packages, one of them is certainly a pack of joints the other one I’ll discover once I get in the camp. I zip up the bag and toss it at the door, out of the way. The rest of the day we spend drinking in my room. At 4 in the evening my mom gets home. She calls me down and sends everyone away. After saying goodbye and telling them I’d stay in touch they actually leave. When I get back in the kitchen my mom is cooking dinner. “So what kind of camp am I going to?” I ask looking over her shoulder into the pot. “The only one that lasts 2 months, I just send your there because I’m going to meet your dad and I don’t want you left alone here, last time I did that you almost burned down the house.” She explains. “I know, I still got the scar on my arms to proof it.” I think to myself. I stay silent and in silence we eat our dinner. “You’re leaving tomorrow morning on train. It’s at seven.” My mom says before I go back up to my room. I nod and leave. Seven in the morning, where is she sending me? I decide I better stop thinking about it and watch some TV in my room.
The next morning I wake up only to find myself on the couch with the television showing only static. It’s cliché but it did happen. I look at my clock and find the it’s 6 in the morning after a shower, change of clothes and a small breakfast I stand in the station waiting for a train on platform 5. I don’t care for its destination I just wait for it. When it finally arrives I see that it’s a sleeping train that means the trip will last for some days. I ask the conductor about it, he tells me it’s a 3 days trip and that we’ll arrive in the morning on the fourth day. I get one the train and find an empty coupe just for me. I settle down and look out the window. It appears there aren’t a lot of people on the train. I get some books from a trolley that passes by and spend the next 3 days reading.
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