You woke up to pain. Yes, that's correct. Pain. You shot up, holding your stomach. "Morning, little piggy." You heard a Russian accent laugh. "What a quick reaction." His laugh was like a kitten, so adorable.
"Why.. did you hit my stomach?" You groaned. "Well, I was just trying to wake you up. Didn't know it hurt. Guess it does." His smile was evil, but you knew he was having fun. "Better keep doing that then!"
You groaned getting out of bed. You grabbed your clothes and glared at him. "What..?" He looked confused. "Oh, shy little piggy wants to get dressed alone.. I got the message!" He walked out of the room. You sighed, looking at your new uniform.
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You got into your new uniform. It was oddly nice on you, your short (H/C) messy hair, so short you really did look like a boy. But you looked nice as a boy.. why not act like this all the time?
You smiled, opening the door. "Ooooh, little piggy looks nice!" The boy smiled. He looked so cute.. 'Stop it...' You thought to yourself. You looked at him for a second and you smiled back at him. "Say.. what is your name anyway?"
He chuckled. "I'm Vick! I know it sounds like a nickname.. because it is! No one calls me by my name, got it?" His eyes seemed to stab your soul.
"I got it! I'm (Y/N), by the way." You smiled and held out your hand. He looked like he was scared of it. "Well, come on! Shake it!" You laughed.
"Heh.." He shook your hand. "I like your name, loser." He smiled.. but it seemed like he liked calling you them names, and it didn't look like he was being mean, either.
You smiled, he didn't let go for a.. long time. He finally let go, and seemed to be flustered a bit. "Must have zoned out.. sorry, loser!" You laughed. "Oh, it's alright, Vick!"
*** Meanwhile in Max's POV.***
I
've been looking for her for hours! Where could she- THE WOODSCOUTS! I ran to David's cabin, banging on the door. He opened it and smiled, "Oh, hello, Max! How is your morning?"
"TERRIBLE! (Y/N)'S GONE! I THINK THE WOODSCOUTS TOOK HER!" I was screaming.. it got the camp's attention that's for sure. The rest of the annoying camp came running.
"The woodscouts don't take girls, Max.." Gwen interrupted, pushing David out of the way. "So, you havent looked hard enough, obviously.. once you couldn't even find Preston when he was right in front of you."
I ignored the last comment she made. "Gwen, a camper has gone missing. It's not like I care, or even like this camp, but I guess this camp is a better place to go to in the summer than stay with a family member.. so, we can't lose a camper." I rambled.
Gwen stood there, waiting, crossing her arms and tapping her foot. "The woodscouts... don't take... girls, Max. Go find her.." She grabbed David and dragged him to the mess hall, campers started leaving, muttering among themselves.
I groaned. "Fine, you bunch of idiots!" I yelled, running to (Y/N)'s tent.. of course she got her own tent. It's not very fair. I mean, I did invite Nikki and Neil to my tent. But I would kill for five minutes alone, to be honest.
I walked in, her clothes scattered everywhere.. okay, sorta normal for a tomboy. I looked on her bed... a sketchbook. Should I dare look in it? Yes!
I ran to her sketchbook, looking at the drawing it was open to. 'Wow..' I stared at it. How can someone draw like this?
The picture was of a young pale man, he had beautiful Amber eyes and black, slicked back hair. His... skating suit was black and a little sparkly. His skating position beautiful and flawless. He looked happy, serious, tired... a lot of things.
This drawing was flawless... after looking at it, I wanted to look at more.. but I won't. She'd kill me.
She wasn't sleeping, or in her tent.. She was missing.. and this wasn't good.
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Hey, guys!! Hope you liked the chapter! Sorry if there are spelling errors, my phone doesnt like words and I read it over, but I may have missed stuff!
Hope you enjoyed, and I may make another chapter tonight, maybe more than one more.. only time'll tell! :3
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Fanfiction[i made this when i was like 10..] "What about this camp?" Your father points to a camp called The Woodscouts or something. "No, Dad.. see? No girls. Says it right there on the paper." You pointed to a part of the paper, indeed it said No Girls Alo...