Camp Z

Chapter 1: Summer Camp ( cont.)

I stormed off, leaving my mum to stew in the kitchen. Up the stairs, into my bedroom I went, swearing under my breath. I locked the door and sulked.

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About an hour later, I heard my mum calling me. 'James! James? Where are you?'
I stayed silent, not wanting to talk to anyone.

(By the way, my name is James Ramsden. I grew up in Yorkshire and have always lived there. As my mum puts it: " born and bred in Yorkshire". )

She knocked on my door. 'James, I know you're in there'. I still didn't answer. She sighed, slid something under my door and walked away. I tried not to notice the piece of paper that had been slid under the door, but eventually, curiosity got the better of me.
I picked it up. It was a leaflet, green and covered with images of tents, trees, fields, dens and fires. I frowned. It was a leaflet for the summer camp. I gingerly opened it up, and read the inscription:
"Are you bored of being told what to do by adults? Are you aged between 13 and 15? Are you up for an adventure? If you can answer yes to those questions then this camp is the thing for you!
It lasts four weeks in total, the first two weeks are spent with the adults teaching you what to do and how to survive in the wild, the second two you are on your own. Never fear, if there is a problem, you only have to walk a mile, and there will be the adults camp. Hope to see you there!"

I tried to force down my excitement. You're supposed to not want to go, I reminded myself.
It actually looked quite good, and I wanted to go. The only problem was, if I suddenly decided to give in and go, my ego would crumble. I decided to swallow my pride.

I went into the kitchen walked over to my mum and said: Okay, I'll go.