The Wakko Werewolves

It's the first day of summer and I had a list of plans. Going shopping with my best friend Samantha, going to the movies with David, and maybe even asking Erin Wheeler on a date. However, my parents had other plans and decided to put my summer plans on hold. By forcing me to spend summer at camp. I mean come on. There's bugs, tons of smelly teens running around pulling pranks on innocent people, and the bathroom is practically everywhere! I guess I should be glad to go to camp. To become one with nature, but nature has the tendency to be disgusting and deadly. If anything, I'm not glad that I'm going to spending my next six weeks with total strangers.

I sat in the back seat of my parents car huffing and sighing. I really didn't want to go to camp and I didn't see why they would waste ninety-nine dollars on this place.
"What's wrong honey?" my mom asked looking at me from the rear view mirror.

"I really don't want to go to camp, couldn't you have just given me the ninety-nine dollars so that I could get a new MP3 or something?" I asked.

"I think it's a good idea for you to get out into the wilderness and learn to fend for yourself." my dad said.

"Fend for myself? Dad we live in Montana everywhere is a wilderness!" I said and sighed crossing my arms wishing I lived in sunny California or the concrete jungle of New York City.

"Just think, you'll be hanging out with different kids your own age." my mom said.

"Plus there are tons of exciting things to do at camp, like tug-o-war, swimming..." my dad started but I cut him off.

"Yeah, dad have you forgotten I'm fifteen not four. I think I shouldn't have to go." I said.

"Oh Cassandra don't be so snippy. Camp's going to be fun and you'll see." my mom said convincingly.

I wasn't all that convinced. This was going to be the longest six weeks in my life. About ten minutes after our conversation. I noticed the sign to the camp. It was large and wooden and it was held by two wooden poles. Each pole had wolves carved into the tops of them. In large rusty red letters it read: Camp Wakko and just below the sign was a smaller sign that flapped in the wind, it read: Welcome Campers. How original! I could tell this place was going to be a load of fun. I mean look at all the happy teens dragging numerous backpacks, and sleeping bags. Some of them seemed more than excited to go to camp while others were holding onto their parents ankles begging to be brought back home and away from the deadly outdoors. I had the strange feeling I might be one of those few teens who hated to be around bugs.

"We're here." my mom said excitedly.

"Well if you guys are going to stay I don't mind catching a bus home." I said.

My dad got out of the car closing it behind him and then walking to the trunk.

"Good one." he said sarcastically.

I spun around in my seat. "I'm not kidding." I said as he closed the trunk back.

"Have a good time." my mom said as my dad opened the back door for me.

I groaned.

"I'll try." I said and leaned in and pecked her cheek.

I didn't want to get out but my dad was waiting oh so patiently and I didn't want his arms to fall off holding my duffel bag and rolling suit case with purple flowers on the sides and front. I reluctantly got out of the car and slammed the door back. My dad handed me my bags and gave me a hug. It seem like a mili-second after my parents were speeding down the road popping champagne bottles and listening to music from back in the day, but I think it was just my imagination.

I sighed and looked at my suitcase and grabbed it. It was definitely going to be a long summer.