Surviving Summer Camp of Drama

Surviving Summer Camp of Drama (2)

"This is the washroom?" Rosalind's disgusting, complaining, annoying voice demanded. "You expect me to pee here?" 

We were currently in the washroom near 2E's cabin. I saw Samantha outside and before I had a chance to start a conversation with her, there goes Rosalind's good ol' selfish self. 

"Yes, Rosalind, it is. Now will you please hurry up and use it so we can go to the meeting?" The senior girl's cabin was called three minutes ago but of course, Cabin Helper had to be the one to stay behind and show Rosalind the washroom.

The meeting takes place on the performing arts' stage. We usually put shows for the end of summer bash. It's sort of a talent show but it has to be relevant to camping. Kids can only show us how to start a fire so many times so they have to get creative, like telling us singing Britney Spears was one of the camp songs they know.

"I'm not going to pee here. Does it even have indoor plumbing?" 

I tightened my jaw as I stopped myself from saying something rude. "Yes, Rosalind, it does. Even equipped with a shower too, so you don't have to bathe in the river like filthy animals!"

"Oh shut up," she said bluntly, as if she were fed up with me. I'm the one listening to her complain, her whining, her talking about herself for the past hour. I seemed to be the only one who hated the fact that she wouldn't shut up. Even Julia was asking questions about her.

"Look, just pee so we can go. I seriously want to get to the meeting before the seat beside my friends are taken."

"Nice. You have friends. See how you had to mention it? You're trying to impress me, right?" She smirked. 

"No. I'm just saying, to see if you have the decency to be nice enough to finish up quickly and let me go."

She rolled her eyes. "Me, me, me. You need to think of something to talk about other than yourself." She walked into the washroom while I was left standing with my mouth wide open. 

There is something seriously mental about that girl. Who did she think she was, talking to me so rudely and acting as if I were the one who needed to show some respect. I know it sounds mean that I'm only mentioning myself, but for some strange reason, I am the only one she seems to dislike or at the very least, feel the need to annoy. Where was Mai when I need her?

"Eww, a mosquito! Get away from me!" I heard the sound of something getting hit together. "Argh! Why must I be so perfect?" I groaned loudly in pure disgust. 

She's insufferable. She makes me want to cut off my ears and eat them. She makes me want to hug Daniel and tell him he's a great brother. He's not, but compared to Rosalind, he's a saint. She makes me want to tell Pricilla... Actually, she hasn't changed my opinion on Pricilla. If anything, she made me fear Pricilla even more. If this was the mini version, I was afraid of what the real one would do. 

"Are you coming or are you just going to stand there with that blank look on your face?" Rosalind stood in front of me, tapping her foot impatiently. At least she took off her getup and wore something slightly more appropriate. She had on capris, t-shirt and flats. That is, matching white capris and t-shirt with super slippery, not made for the woods flats. I guess her mother didn't know camping either. 

"Follow me," I mumbled as I took off to the direction of the stage. It was located on the boy's side of the site. We had the lake and the dining hall's in the middle. 

By this time, the whole place was deserted. I didn't see a single camper nor did I see a counselor. That either meant that the meeting would start very soon, if I had not already. We better hurry.