I Should've Stayed To Myself

Chapter ONE

"You never got the chance to learn who I truly am. Whenever there was an opportunity you sent me away to be someone else's worry. Is it selfish to say I want you to worry about me? No, I don't want you to be carefree. No, I don't want you to go through life problem less. Let me be your problem. Please."

•Zamora

A tap from my window wakes me up from my sleep. I left my head up and look around. I'm here. At hell on Earth. I gather my things and open the car door. It take me a minute to wake so I just stand there as my driver gets my bags.

"Do you need any help with these?" Eric asks

I nod my head no and swing my duffel across my body. I finally take a chance to look around. I'm guessing we are currently at the drop off. There are other girls getting out their vehicles and saying their goodbyes. The whole place must be surrounded by gate or has really tight security from the looks of the entrance. There's a dirt road leading up to the camp surrounded by trees. It's not that far away so I can still see the brick building where I'll be spending my summer.

"So what's next?" Eric asks, he probably wants to start heading back before it gets dark and I understand.

"I think a guide is supposed to come an-"

I'm cutoff by this overly excited red head.

"Hello! I'm Scottie I'll be escorting you to your room today. Zamiya right?" She says with a huge smile

"Hey. It's Zamora."

"OH! My apologies really! Is this your driver? Whenever he's ready to leave he can right out that gate."

She points to the exit and Eric nods his head. I said goodbye to him and sadly follow pippi longstockings to the camp.

"Is this your first year here?"

"Yea"

"Wow that so exciting, I remember my first day here it was-"

I quickly tune her out but nod my head like I'm interested. I look at the other girls some most definitely seem happier than others. But their expressions could be for so many different reasons. Happy to get away. Happy to be here. Sad to get away. Sad to be here. Or like me mad I have to do this bullshit or mad there family didn't pick, the right camp...

I'm not quick to judge though, but I do know everyone here comes from money in some way. I don't wanna label every girl as that bratty spoiled preppy daddies girl, because that definitely doesn't describe me.

I tune back in to... um I don't remember but I tune back in when she starts talking about roommates.

"Alright you are in hall B! You share a room with one other girl, but two other set of girls will be in the hall with you!"

"So there's six of us?"

"Yes just in this hall not rooms, you and your roommate share a bunk bed and bathroom but get your own desk and closet!"

Wow a closet! I roll my eyes at the way she tried to make it sound exciting. I don't mind share though, I mean it's what I expected. I just hope my roommate is not a slob.

"Alrighttyyy we're here!" She open the door and lets me step in first. It's not like dungeon type but it still gives the bare minimum. The desk space is separate from the bedroom, at least that could give me some privacy. Anyway, I step in the bedroom and it basically only fits the bed and that's it. On the bed is a welcome card and our uniforms. I let out a breath at the skirt. I'm not gonna make myself look girly while I'm here so I'll just look like a boy in a skirt I guess.

"Do you like it?" The red head asks

"Sure."

"Cool! I'll leave to it! Just unpack, your roomy should be here any minute, make sure ur uniform is on and you're ready for the Welcome meeting at six!"