I gripped on to the camping bag my mom had prepared for me. I didn't want to go. I could already feel the tension between Dallas and myself. She was apparently not refusing to the idea of taking me along anymore. I guess the threat was bigger than we thought. That didn't stop her from sending over a few killer glares.
We stood outside by the front door, waiting for her friends to pick us up. My mom and dad were off to the side, still talking to Dallas about safety precautions and taking care of me. Yeah, I bet she isn't going to *accidentally* drown me in the lake anymore.
I clutched on to my bag tighter. The sun was still nowhere to be seen. But over the horizon, a few rays began to appear. I could clearly see the memories of when my father, Dallas and I would be up at this hour, getting ready for our own camping trip. I remember being so excited over the idea of sleeping under the stars that I would be the first on my feet to pack. But this moment, how I feel now, rejected and imposing upon, I hated it. I could already feel a few tears trying to make their escape as I had throughout the whole day yesterday. I quickly looked away from where my parents and Dallas stood to wipe them off. I didn't need to be seen crying like a little 5 year old. I could at least gather up enough self-esteem for that.
Dallas gave me a once over with annoyance as my parents walked over to me. *Ok, sweetheart.* My dad began. *Do you have everything?* I began to shake my head but he decide to go on ahead and answer his own question. *Yes, you do. Good.* I mentally rolled my eyes and considered faking a smile but decided against it. They already knew how I felt about this, why would I even try to hide it now?
*Ok, they're here.* I heard Dallas say. She began to pick her bags up as a black SUV made its way into our drive way. *Let's get this over with.*
I nodded at her undirected comment and gripped both straps of my bag and swung my backpack over one of my shoulders. Dad quickly took the bag in my hand away and carried it towards the awaiting vehicle. I opposed to it, saying I could handle it myself but he was already walking away.
A tall dark hair girl who I quickly recognized as Lauren, Dallas' best friend, aka Bitch from Hell as I myself like to call her, stepped out of the driver's side and greeted my dad.
*You are going to have so much fun, baby.* My mother spoke. I looked up at her and she began to drag me closer to the others. *You just need to be a little more social.* I rolled my eyes again. Social? I don't need to be social with people who make my life a living hell at school, even when one of those people is my own sister.
Lauren and Maggie are Dallas' best friends and the two main ones who always make fun of me. Lauren is head cheerleader and Dallas' is her co-captain. Maggie, aka Barbie brain dead, is in the squat as well. Between the three, my life in this camping trip will be at their hands and will most likely humiliate me to no end. Why were my parents doing this to me? They think, just like Dallas, that I'm so anti-social that the only friend I have is my lab partner, and that only applies when we have a reason to be partnered. I have friends!
*Hey!* Lauren waved at us as we neared. I looked away, not even acknowledging the fakes smile on the planet.
*Hello, Lauren. How are you're parents?* My mother began to converse as Lauren followed in with replies.
I looked over to the SUV and noticed the window on the side were we stood was rolled down and I saw Maggie, who sneered a sour remark in whisper to herself. Today was Friday and it was 5:45 am. As of right now, I only have 3 and a half days left. Yeah. This was going to be such a fun weekend.
So how will the camping trip with Dallas and her friends?
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