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1. Chapter One- Carmen

“I’m not going.”

I crossed my arms, staring at my parents. They looked relatively surprised. I didn’t understand why. Did they expect me to come without fighting a little?

“Please, Carmie, this is a great chance for you.”

No. It was not. “My name is Carmen,” I mumbled.

Normally, I’m not a fighter. Honest. I’m more of a head-down-and-comply kind of person. That’s probably why my mom and dad weren’t used to this.

But honestly, I’m not going to throw away my entire summer for this. Sure, I may not have many friends, but that doesn’t mean I need help learning how to make them.

There was Sarah. And while she may not be your regular friend of a teenage girl, my 50 year old neighbor is still a friend. Seriously, I’m the only one she’s nice to. That’s gotta mean something, right?

I didn’t have any other people I could call “friends”, exactly. Unless you counted my bunny or my turtle.

And I guess I could see where this might be alarming for my parents, a little. They were your typical cliché high-school couple—my mom was an award-winning cheerleader and my dad a football player (quarterback. They met up in high-school and have been inseparable ever since. Now, they were an interior designer and a brain surgeon, respectively, but the stereotype still stands.

So having a socially challenged techno-geek for a daughter probably was not on their bucket list.

And now, they were sending me off to a camp to help kids make friends. Are you kidding me? I may not have many friends but I was happy.

This camp was not going to make me happy. There was no wifi. No tech allowed. Not even a cell phone.

I was going to die.


“Carmen?” My mother sounded worried. I had been quiet for a while.

“Whatever,” I mumbled.

“We’ve already paid for this camp,” my father intervened, managing to sound cool and detached as usual. I glanced up at him. With his muscled torso but wire-rim glasses, he looked especially contradictory. Not your typical “dumb jock”.

“I’m sure you could manage to lose a couple hundred bucks,” I muttered, scuffing my shoe on the ground and adjusting my glasses. I wore the same glasses as my dad, not that I really needed them. I stare at a computer screen so often that I wear glasses to stop my eyes from hurting.

“Not to mention you signed me up for this camp without my consent.”

“Would you have said yes if we had asked you?” My father glanced at me. He had a point there. I didn’t answer.

“What’s done is done,” my mom said quietly. “You’re already packed and ready to go. We leave in fifteen minutes.” Her eyes pleaded with me. Please don’t make this harder than it has to be, Carmen.

I could be pretty stubborn when I wanted to be. But it wasn’t usually until right before we were about to go.

“Fine,” I grumbled, stomping up the stairs to my room to say goodbye to all of my equipment one last time.


“Phone. iPod. Mini Computer. Now.” My mother commanded. I sighed and handed them all to her. She arched an eyebrow. “This camp is going to do a search too, you know. You want to start out good or bad?”

I sighed again and passed over my contraband iPad. How had she known it’d been there? Crap.

Mom smiled at me. “Sorry, sweetheart.”

“It’s only three months, Carmen,” my dad added. “I think you’ll survive somehow.”

I unbuckled my seatbelt, obligingly leaning forward so both of my parents could kiss me on the forehead. We weren’t a particular touchy-feely family. Forehead kisses were about as far as we got.

Mumbling a final goodbye to my family, I got out of the car. I stole one last desperate glance at the bag holding my technology before facing forward at the dusty wood cabins and trees.

I was going to die.


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