No Reception!?

Sophie

The warm quilt was pulled over my head, and I burrowed deeper beneath them ready to go back to sleep. As my eyes closed and my breathing evened, it became brighter and I began to be shaken.

Whoever it was seemed to be unaware that if you wake me up, you get your arm snapped off.

The person moved on, probably to awake the other girls, only to come back a few minutes later, shake me a little, and then rip the covers from my freezing body. It sure does get a little chilly in this cabin at night. I sat up abruptly and scowled at Mrs. Emma.

"Time to wake up, girls!" Mrs. Emma said, a little - no - WAY too early for.....6:00!?

She climbed down the ladder and sung, "I'm going to wake the other girls and boys. I'll be back in twenty minutes. Be ready for breakfast. Then we have to tend to the animals."

When she left, I turned to the other girls and muttered groggily, "Will you guys help me kill her?"

Is it dead

I hope not:( I'd post more but I need to wait for other people now...

Shay (Let's seriously try to keep this thing alive)

I moaned. Even though I kind of thought this Sophie girl was a joke, I had to agree with her, on that Mrs. Emma was going to be a pain. Raising my hand I half shouted, "I'm so in,"

The night sucked. I couldn't sleep, some of these guys could snore louder than I thought physically possible, and others talked nonstop. Add that in with the pain eminating from my wrist and fist, my night had been miserable.

Dispite my fatigue, I didn't want to seem weak, so I jumped out of bed. I grabbed a black tank top and a pair of dark jeans and made my way to the bathroom. I wondered how the boys were taking to their early morning wake up call.

David

The sound woke me up right away, and the first thing I noticed was a pounding headache. The second thing I noticed was a lack of total sun, as if it were just sunrise.

The others seemed to be waking up too, not that I wouldn't expect them to. But this was way, way too early. Anybody that wakes up this early voluntarily has some kind of mental defect.

"What... What time is it?" I muttered, only half conscious.

Lance

A quick shake roused me from my deep slumber. "Wake up! Time to rise and shine!" I tried to open my eyes, but the crust sleep sealed my eyelids. I let out a massive groan. "Get up!"

"Yeah I'm awake, I just can't open my eyes." I heard chuckles over at Sam's bed. Yeah, I'll get you later. I rubbed vigorously so the adhesive would break loose, and eventually, it did. When I opened my eyes the owner of the voice was gone, and there was practically no light in the window. "What time is it?" I grunted.

"I have no idea," Sam replied.

I let out a huge yawn. Then realised there was a sudden feeling in my gut. "Err, do you know where the toilets are?" Sam shrugged. Great.

I leaped out of bed, and walked uncomfertably around the blocks, searching desperately for the toilets. I walked past the rooms and saw a girl emerging one of them. She was very pretty, and I felt something weird in my stomach, and this time it wasn't my bladder. She had lovely flowing brown hair and amazing hazel eyes. "Er..." I was stuck for words. "Hi," I said after a seemingly long pause, "I'm Lance" extending a hand.

The girl turned, but then walked away. Dammit. And with that, I went back to searching for the toilets.

Jackson

I stood before something dreadful. Worse than a port-a-potty. I stood before an outhouse.

Sighing, I pushed open the door, and muttered to myself "This is lovely. Bet my brothers and sisters are still sleeping right now."

Once I finished up in the bathroom, I ran back to the cabin and changed from my sweatpants and t-shirt to a pair of dark jeans, fading some at the knees, and a red and black flannel long-sleeved shirt.

I went to go back outside, but thought better of my shirt. It looked too....farm boy. I exchanged it for a simple yellow t-shirt. Satisfied now, I ran my hands through my dark hair and made my way to the dining hall, I guess you could call it.

Sophie

When I finally managed to drag myself out of bed, and then off of the floor, I changed into a pair of black skinny-jeans, a Black Veil Brides t-shirt, and a pair of purple hi-tops. Throwing my pink and white hair into a messy ponytail, I ran to the dining area to find the majority of everyone there.

Choosing a seat near the kid, Marcel?, I greeted everyone around me.

Mr. Tom rose from his chair and said loudly, "Hope you kids are ready for a hard day of work! Eat up!"

Beau:

The campers stood there, staring at the field of strawberries infront of them. My parents had decided to start easy with the berries, then have them work on their own little plot of land for their own little garden.

Some of the kids started to work within a few minutes, others stood there. A girl, what's her name? March? April? Something. Well I could see a tantrum forming inside her.

April-May

"What a joke," April-May grumbled with her arms crossed. If she had been at home, she would have been getting a massage at the spa outside town, not getting dirty in the fields of strawberry bushes. The only strawberries she ever ate were the ones her cook left out in the kitchen with some whipped cream or chocolate. Those were clean strawberries, the ones you eat.

She caught a glimpse of the handsome camp-activity coordinator, Beau, who stood watching all the campers working, wasting their time getting dirty while he stood there, looking like a Greek god sunbathing in the summer rays.

He even smiled like a Greek god - all splendid and majestic and--

"Need help?" April-May felt like growling at the person who had taken her away from her idle daydreaming, well, from her "analytical gaze" on Beau, but she decided she would impress him - do... whatever it was they said they had to do on that field.

"Yes. Yes, I do." She smiled, slyly, revealing her perfect perl-like teeth, her eyes glistening like an angel's. My first victim, she thought to herself as she eyed the boy. "What did you say your name was, again?"