"Sierra? Sierra! Wake up! We're here!"The annoying hissing in
Sierra's ear came from her sister
Chloe, who was announcing that they had arrived at Camp Turtle Shell. Begrudgingly, Sierra opened her eyes, only to see her sister already halfway down the aisle of the bus, dragging her huge pink and white polka dot suitcase behind her. Chloe, ever the diva, had packed as much of her summer outfits as she could, resulting in her bringing a suitcase of clothes and beauty products, along with a matching duffle bag filled to the brim with footwear. Sierra'd had a field day of laughter at what she thought was Chloe's exaggeration, but had to swallow her words when her own luggage didn't fit into just one suitcase. With a deep sigh, Sierra got up from her seat, grabbed her dark red suitcase and duffle bag and followed her sister out of the bus.
This whole summer camp thing had taken the twins by surprise. Going to camp had been something they looked forward to every year; but then they became teenagers with close-knit groups of friends, and suddenly leaving the comfort of their homes and not seeing their friends for more than a month wasn't a very fun way for Chloe and Sierra to spend the summer. The summers after their thirteenth birthday were now spent in constant sleepovers, parties (in Chloe's case), rock shows (in Sierra's case), vacationing with friends or just staying inside all day watching series, movies or playing video games. Much to the twins' dismay, Mr. and Mrs. Jameson got tired of their daughters being more out than inside the house and being sedentary when they were in, so they decided to send them away to camp as a sort of punishment and way to make them connect a little more with nature and others. When they heard the news, Chloe threw one of her drama-queen tantrums in attempts to make her parents change their minds, but it was time wasted. Sierra, on the other had, had simply trudged back to her room and sulked quietly until it was time to go.
When the twins were out of the bus, they were greeted by an overly enthusiastic counselor that made Chloe raise her eyebrows and Sierra to roll her eyes in annoyance. A fellow camper passed them a flyer before walking away to the bulletin board to check his assigned cabin like the rest of the campers. When Chloe scanned the flyer's contents, she let out a little shriek.
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'No electronics allowed?!'" she said in a high-pitched voice, looking at her sister with her mouth open. "Do these people really think I'll go that long without Twitter or Instagram?! I'll lose all my followers!"
Sierra scowled at her sister. "Chlo, did you really think you'd be allowed to have your cel here?" she asked her in a bored voice. "I bet there's not even signal here."
Chloe closed her eyes and held a hand to her heart as if Sierra had said something hurtful. "Si, don't say things like that! You can't lose faith yet!"
Sierra sighed again. "I lost all my faith when my parents decided to send me away from my PS4 and all the horror movies I'll be missing out on. Do you know how much it hurts that I won't be able to find out what happens in my Until Dawn game play for more than a month? THAT is painful."
Chloe gave Sierra a disbelieving look. "Seriously? You're worried about a stupid game? How about you worry about something more critical, like, I don't know, staying in contact with the rest of the world?!"
Sierra rolled her eyes again. "Give it a rest, Chloe. The cheerleading team isn't going to kick you out for not posting enough selfies during the summer. Now let's move on to see where the hell we'll be sleeping here."
The girls made their way to the bulletin board and scanned the papers, checking to see to which cabin they had been assigned to.
A smirk crept up on Sierra's dark red lips. "Well, at least we have one thing going for us: we won't be sharing cabins for a change."
Chloe smiled at her sister. "A Sierra detox... I guess things won't be so bad after all."
They both giggled, exchanged hugs and separated to walk to their respective cabins.
When she opened the cabin door, Chloe's heart sank. There was no air conditioning, no full-length mirror, no TV and no queen-sized bed. To try and raise her spirits, she decided to choose the bottom bunk of the bed that was furthest from the door. She set her bags in the floor next to her bunk and softly threw herself backwards on the bed. She got her phone out of her pocket in the hopes that Sierra had been wrong about not having signal in the camp, but had her hopes crushed when she read the haunting words "No Service" in the screen. She was busy trying every possible way to get some signal on her phone when the distinctive smell of cigarette smoke filled her cabin. She made a disgusted face. If there was something she hated, it was having whichever room she was in stinking of something that wasn't fruity, sweet or floral. With an annoyed sigh, Chloe got up from the bed and searched her bulging suitcase until she found a bottle of body splash. She drenched the whole room in a coconut-scented mist, but the stubborn cigarette scent wouldn't go away.
'This has got to stop.' she thought in frustration as she walked out of her cabin and began to look around for the culprit. It wasn't long before she found herself facing a man's back right in the space of trees that separated her cabin from the next one. Smoke was rising from where he stood, and the smell intensified at Chloe's every step towards him.
When she was right behind him, Chloe deliberately tapped his shoulder. "Excuse me, but can you perhaps try to smoke that damn thing somewhere else?" Chloe asked the male in a snobby voice. "It's filling up my cabin with that disgusting smell." She crossed her arms in front of her and began to tap her feet against the ground, waiting for an answer, her pink lips pursed into an adorable pout that contrasted with her scowl.
@Mr_pink
Meanwhile, Sierra made her way to cabin, surprisingly starting to see the potential in her surroundings. As she walked, she made sure to look around for secluded spots she could run off to for the company of some good music. She was about to reach her cabin, but was stopped short at the sight of a huge, muscular pale kid leaving the cabin next to hers. The guy had to be more than seven feet tall, with brown hair pulled into a pony tail, a short goatee, purple skeleton print hoodie with the sleeves rolled up, and underneath it a white wife-beater with a Red Hatchetman printed on it. He reminded Sierra of a biker, and the sunglasses covering his eyes only added to that.
And then her eyes fell on the insect on the guy's head.
"Oh my God, is that a fucking tarantula?!" she exclaimed, unable to mask her excitement with the usual nonchalant attitude. She dropped her suitcase and duffle bag and ran in the guy's direction. "Duuuuuuuude, I've always wanted one of those!"
@Billsomething