The fieldAfter I got home I ran up stairs to my room, to bring my suitcases down so I wouldn’t have to drag them downstairs in the morning.
“So heavy! What did I pack a boulder! Gosh!” I huffed as I dragged them down the stairs.
“Whats all the racket!”shouted my stepmother.
“Oh, I’m just dragging my suitcase down the stairs” I called back.
“Don’t ruin the stairs!” she yelled.
As usual, she didn’t say: (like a normal mom would)
“Do you need help” or “Oh honey let me get those for you!” or, “Sweetie! don’t break your back!”
She just said: “Don’t ruin the stairs!”. Like hello! the stairs aren’t made of living flesh and bones!
Instead of saying that, I just lift the suitcases up and heaved them down the stairs.
“Don’t worry! I didn’t hurt your precious stairs!” I called to my stepmother.
“Good!” she said. Then I walked up to my bedroom and slammed the door. Tomorrow. . . Was going to be. . . BIG. . .
I woke and then remembered. . . today was the big day! The field trip!
I ran to my closet and wrenched on a black sweater and some jeans. Then went into the bathroom to put my hair in a ponytail.
“Come on Kayla! I have to drop you off!” shouted my stepmother.
“OK! coming!” I yelled back. I ran down the stairs and all the way out the door. Crap! I thought. I didn’t have any breakfast! to late for that! I thought as I climbed into the big black Saturn.
The car started to rumble and head south to my school. Hurry! I don’t want to miss the bus! and I don’t think my stepmother wants me to miss it ether! I thought to myself.
When we got to school, I got out of the car to see my friends sitting on the sidewalk waiting for me, as I unloaded the trunk.
“Bye!” I said to my stepmother as I headed for my friends.
“Bye bye!” she called back.
Creep! I thought, just plain creepy!
“Whoa! did your stepmother just say bye to you? please tell me I’m wrong, because I’m starting to get the feeling your stepmother is intending for you to stay at the camp for good” said Cura.
“Yeah I got the shivers to, first the good morning, now the bye! what next an a aggressive hug?” I said.
“Come on maybe shes just being nice. Your stepmother wasn’t all that bad” replied Mason.
Cura and I looked at each other and laughed as we walked toward the bus.
“Are you insane Mason! My stepmother, being nice! Ha! I don’t think so! Shes just happy and being creepy nice because I’m leaving!” I replied still laughing my guts out.
“Well at least she said something” he said.
“Yeah, whatever, while you daydream of her ever being nice, wand boy, I’m in reality thinking about how awesome this field trip is going to be!” I replied as I climbed on the bus with my suit case.
After I set my suitcase in a holder and sat down I got out my book called: “The Warrior” By: Jared k. Diamond, and began to read.
“Um hello?! why are you reading? don’t you want to talk about how exciting this trip is going to be?” asked Cura.
“No, I already no it’s going to be great” I replied simply.
“Well, your no fun” Cura said.
“Yeah I know” I replied and returned back to my book. At least three hours past, and we were finally at Shadow Camp.
“Were!” shouted Cura, right into my ear.
“Gosh! I don’t need a hearing aid! I could hear perfectly,until you yelled into it! Ugh! I already have my stepmother yelling at me! not you to!” I complained.
“Well that’s what you get for not talking to me! You just sat there and read that stupid book!” Cura shot back.
“ Well, I was at a good part in my book and I wanted to read!” I defended myself.
“Whatever! can we just put it behind us? I don’t want to fight while were here” Cura replied.
“Fine” I replied curtly.
We were now officially at Shadow Camp. . .