TITLE: Summer Camp Diaries
GENRE: Humorous Chicklit YA
It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single girl working at a summer camp must be in search of a boyfriend.
- Jane Austen (sort of)
Girls who have very large boobs should not try to swim to the bottom of a lake for any reason. We have to work ten times as hard as the walking toothpick girls with boy boobs, and when that whole anti-gravity thing takes over, we might as well be treading water upside-down.
So why was I doing it? Good question. The fact that it was only about sixty-five degrees in the water should have given me a legitimate reason for taking my "girls" (or should I say, my "buoys?") and heading for dry land. Still, the fifteen or so yummy-looking guys diving around me were a pretty good reason for staying put. They were busy demonstrating their manliness as they flipped their sleek-abbed torsos in the water like over-animated seals. (Assuming seals can be over-animated. They are, after all, seals.)
Unfortunately, I couldn't use the hot sealboys as my excuse... or not directly, anyway. You see, the sad truth of the matter is, I was submerged in the freezing waters of Deer Lake in June because I didn't want to show everyone my very chilly nipples standing at attention. Yes, that's right. Having perky nipples is rarely a good thing when you're sixteen and more than a little stacked. Parading them in front of a dozen newly introduced, hot male acquaintances is even more horrifying.