“Camp?” I yelped. Not camp! This couldn’t be happening.
“We thought you’d like to get away for a while, you know. Meet some new friends, you wouldn’t have to be in the middle of the divorce,”. Yeah, that all sounded nice but what about my friends here? What about Joey? What about my life? And what about Nick?
“Dad, my life is ruined!”
“No it’s not,” he said, patting my back. It wasn’t helping.
“So what camp am I going to?” I mumbled.
“We don’t know yet, you’ll be able to choose though,”. This was going to be horrible but maybe not as bad as I thought. I had been to camp before, but only when I was seven. It was the worst experience of my life. Terrible food, cramped cabins, disgusting bathrooms, and polluted lakes. I hated it. And I knew this wasn’t going to be any better. My dad kissed me on my forehead and left me. He was probably going “out” again to who-knows-where. Out of nowhere, my phone rang. It was Nick. I answered through my tears.
“Hello?”