GENRE: YA Romantic Comedy
I stood alone in the middle of the camp's parking lot holding a bag of dirty laundry.
Where were the other counselors? They knew I was coming back. They couldn't have just left.
Right? Oh, man I hoped so.
I retraced my steps. One of the tennis girls was leaned up against her car (which was no longer here) when I got up the guts to ask for a ride into town. Tennis Girl stared at her reflection in her compact, not even bothering to look up at me. "I guess we have room, but just FYI, we're stopping by the laundry mat."
"Cool. I need to run back to my cabin and grab my stuff. Do you guys mind waiting a few minutes?"
She turned to her friends. Both girls wore way too much makeup, and shoes with heels so high I had no idea how they walked around in all the grass and dirt. There wasn't a sidewalk in sight. "What do you think, ladies? Can we wait?"
The one in the pointiest heels answered. "Fine, but I've got lots of stuff to do--so no more than ten minutes. Okay, Samantha?"
Ugh, I hated when people called me Samantha. It made me feel like I should be wearing ironed khaki skirts and pastel cardigans tied in neat little knots around my neck, not whatever shorts were clean and the wrinkly t-shirt that I usually had on.
I didn't want to push my luck by correcting her, though--turns out the middle of nowhere isn't exactly the best place for a cell signal, and I seriously needed to check my email.
"Ten minutes. Got it." I tripped over my foot as I backpedalled toward the cabins.
Tennis Girl yelled after me, "We're serious! If you're not back on time, we'll leave without you."
I looked at my watch. That was eight minutes ago, I still had plenty of time. Where the heck did they go? We'd only known each other about a week, so it's not like we bonded over s'mores or anything. Still though, I couldn't imagine they'd be so mean as to actually leave me here in the middle of nowhere without a way to get into town for the day.
I looked up. A nail file held a pink pink piece of paper to the fence, in big, curvy handwriting it read:
*Changed our minds. Have fun at camp, Sam! ~J*
What? Changed their minds? I pulled the note off the fence and flipped it over--blank. Ugh. They really did leave me here. I wouldn't get to call Jackson after all, and there wasn't a thing I could do about it.