Their summer camp chapter1

 "Please noo , don't leave me here.." I looked at to my dad as i spoke my last pathetic words.                                                    

He sighed loudly "We're not torturing. You just need to stay here for a while". My mom side eyed me with her usual serious angry smile "Dear, think of it as a three week vacation. Its gonna be fine for you"  

  " I am officially arrived to hell ". My dad laughed "Haha don't worry, if anything happens, you can call me." As I got out of the car with my suitcase, I looked at my dad "See ya"

As the car drove away, I thought about running after them, but it was probably better not to. I mean, is coming to this stupid camp really more sensible? A camp for troubled teens? It's not like I killed someone. Grumbling angrily, I entered the camp.

  Surrounded by woods, this dumb place with cabins along the river looked like something out of an American movie or something. The camp staff explained which cabin I was gonna stay. Cabin C, huh? Whatever. I clicked my tongue, feeling slightly cringed at myself, but I didn't care. Or maybe just a little, I guess... Probably..                       

   Most of the people at the camp had already started hanging out outside, but I went straight to my cabin. Whatever, the cabin was big enough for six people to stay in. Since i got here first, I didn't have to talk to anyone yet, so I smiled.   

  I wish I hadn’t thought that, though, because while I was standing there grinning like an idiot with my hands on my waist, a voice caught my attention from behind "Hey, so you're the first one here."                             

   I turned around to see. A boy with orange hair looking at me like he was judging me. He walked towards me, paused for a moment, then asked my name. I raised an eyebrow "Mirãnda" He nodded and repeated my name "Mirãnda..."         

  Then, like he was trying to figure me out, he asked, "How old are ya?". I rolled my eyes, i joked "twenty five". The boy raised an eyebrow, ran a hand through his hair, and smiled "You're older than I expected. Most people here are between fourteen and nineteen.". I twisted my mouth to keep from laughing "That was joke. I always lie. I'm actually seventeen." 

   He rolled his eyes and replied sarcastically "I should've known you were a liar" with a small smile on the corner of his mouth. "Well, whatever" I muttered quietly. As the boy moved closer, he giggled "Well then... If you're only seventeen, that makes me older than you." "Huh? Why? Whats your age ?" . The boy grinned, his eyes lighting up a bit "I'm eighteen, so I'm a year older than you.". I tilted my head "Eh, whatever. I don't care." The strange boy was still grinning, as if he found my lack of interest in his age amusing "You're pretty sassy for someone younger than me" he said.

I sighed loudly. What was this boy yapping about? "I'm not younger than you. It's just a one year difference." The boy nodded and stepped closer "So? No matter how you look at it, I'm still more mature and older than you." 

I open my mouth i was surprised, genuinely fed up with this crazy boys words. Do I really have to deal with this? I groaned "Okay, fine. If you say so.". The boy didn't shut up and with a proud smile his tone softened "Giving up so soon?"

I gave him a slightly annoyed look "Can you just shut up? I don't like talking to people.". The boy's expression shifted and with fake disappointment, he raised his hands as if in apology "Hey, I'm just messing with you.". I continued my death glare "Whatever...". The boy pouted, crossed his arms and looked at me."You're really a problem."

"I already hate this camp. Shut up." I muttered as I stepped outside the cabin, putting my hand on my forehead. The boy stayed silent for a moment, clearly surprised, he hadn’t expected me to just leave him there. He shook his head and watched as I walked out of the cabin, waiting a bit before coming over.

I was wandering around... There were really some interesting things, but I didn't care, probably... Could I really survive here for three weeks? As I continued to roam "Hey, wait for me!" the boy caught up quickly and started walking next to me again, his determined face by my side. "You again? What do you want?" I grumbled in an irritated tone, looking at the boy who was getting on my nerves. 

The boy frowned, clearly displeased with my rudeness and arrogance "I don't want anything. I just want to talk to you." Seriously, what was this boys problem? "That's still something. Go talk to someone else.". The boy started whining "Oh dear Lord.. You're really unbearable. I don't want to talk to someone else, i want to talk to you." 

Me unbearable? This boy is going to drive me crazy... I kept walking "Oh come on.. why me?". The boy grumbled "Because I want to get to know you. What's so bad about that?". I raised an eyebrow. I was definitely dealing with an mad extroverted "Okay... Are you an extrovert? I hate that." 

The boy paused, not realizing that I was an introvert who shut myself off from everything... But now, right here, the fact that I couldn't even have a simple conversation, caught his curiosity. "What's wrong with being an extrovert? I haven't done anything wrong." I smirked a little "Okay sorry, I'm just rude." 

The boy took a deep breath and calmed down "Being introverted doesn't mean you have to be antisocial.". He thinks he is smart and it going to drive me crazy "Okay, whatever..." 

The boy furrowed his eyebrows again, trying to be patient, but I was really testing his limits. "Could you stop being so difficult, even for just a minute?". I didn't want to admit it but for some reason, I liked talking to him... or I was going crazy. Probably crazy, yes... I grinned "Oh, alright. Let’s just keep walking and you can talk about whatever."

The boy smiled "See, it’s not so bad." . We kept walking around the camp, passing groups of teens, most of them minding their own business. Seeing people gathered together felt so strange to me... People... They're so weird...

The boy glanced at me, unable to stop himself from asking "So, what's with you?". What do you mean what's with me? What's with you, you freaky extrovert. Anyway, I can't say that "I don't know." Yeah, that's a more reasonable answer.

The boy gave me a disbelieving look "That's not a good answer. There must be a reason why you're so closed off and rude, right?". No, it was a good answer, you crazy boy "I have no idea, it's just who I am." 

I’m really going to drive him crazy, and I won't regret it. 

"You know? You're really weird." The words had left his mouth before they even reached his brain, and he immediately regretted calling me weird. Trembling, he watched me to see how I’d react. 

Grinning, I thanked him. it was probably the most sensible thing he'd said. The boy's eyes widened. He hadn’t expected this reaction, thinking I’d be angrier. He panicked at my nonchalant reaction and my thanks "Hey, that's not what I meant." 

"Whatever..." 

The boy was panicking. Why hadn't I reacted the way he thought I would? Usually, if he called someone "weird," they'd get angry and offended, but I didn’t even care about his childish remark... The boy’s anxiety increased. I was difficult to understand, closed off, rude and sarcastic... To him, I was a mystery that needed solving and the more he tried to understand me, the more mysterious I became.

"You're not making me feel any better.". Really unnecessary panic poor boy "Sorry, extra boy. Welcome to the world of introverts, I guess." 

The boy's face turned white. He'd been called many things, but definitely not "extra boy." "Oh woah, what the hell is that ? I have a name, it's Nëil."

I smirked "Funny name, are you Scottish or something? Where's your long instrument? Shouldn't you be wearing a skirt? Damn, is that a little racist? I should really shut up..." 

Nëil gave me a bewildered look "Oh my god, what are you even saying?"

"Eh.. you know, just kidding... Whatever.". Neil sighed, crossing his arms "Yeah, I know you're joking, it's just that your sense of humor is terrible." 

He's definitely right. I cringed for myself. This extra boy has a brain "Right, thanks.". Nëil looked at me, trying to figure out my emotionless face. He definitely didn't understand me "Why are you always in such a bad mood? Constantly frowning isn't good for you."

Like I cared about his thoughts "What do you mean? This is my normal face.". Nëil raised an eyebrow "So, you're saying you don't show your emotions much and always look fed up. God, I really pity the people who have to talk to you every day". 

I smirked "Nice, thanks.". Nëil’s patience was starting to lose. He looked like he wanted to bang his head against a tree "You're seriously strange, hard to figure out. How about getting mad when I tease you?" 

This kid is crazy. What's the big deal with being like this? Whatever "Okay, now I’m mad. Look, I’m mad grr, I'm a robot bzzz." . Nëil looked at me seriously. Nodded and smiled "Yeah, you definitely look like a robot. No wonder you don’t show any emotions."

Seriously, extroverts don’t get anything "This called being an introvert. Boring extra boys wouldn't understand.". Nëil was taken aback "Hey, don’t call me extra boy ‘Non-boring’ or ‘extrovert with a social life’ would be better." 

"Whatever..." 

"God, why are you like this?".

I rolled my eyes. It seemed like this kid would never stop talking. It was best to change the subject "Hey, camp activities start tomorrow. I’m curious about what’s going to happen. Just kidding, I’m not curious." 

Nëil grinned at my sarcastic comment "Of course, you’re not curious. You’re just going to sit around doing nothing all day. But you know what? It wouldn’t hurt to join in on something, it’s not the end of the world. I’m sure you’ll find an activity you like." 

If all extroverts are like this, then the world really is hell. "Yeah, whatever... I’m going back to my cabin. I can’t listen to you anymore." . Finally, it made sense to just head back to the cabin and sit in silence, but Nëil had to say something more demonic "We’re in the same cabin, you silly". Of course, I was going to stay in the same cabin as this extra. 

We went to the cabin. And of course, our beds were right next to each other. No peace here either. I threw myself onto my bed and buried my face in the pillow. Nëil smirked like he was about to say something. "No, shut up. Don’t talk during my sleep time." 

"Sleep time? Are you going to sleep already? But I wanted to talk more." I continued to lie there in silence, ready to strangle him if he didn’t shut up. He should have just stayed quiet, but of course, he had to talk "Alright sweetie bun, I’ll bother you more tomorrow." 

Sweetie bun? There’s something wrong with this boy's brain. I lifted my head "Did you just call me sweetie bun? You’re really extra."

"Hah, finally got a reaction out of you.".  

I buried my face again. I had no energy to waste on him "You’ve drained all my energy. Go die in your sleep." I closed my eyes, finally ready to sleep. 

"Alright, sweetie bun, good night..."

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