This Means War

The First Day

Thank you so much for clicking on my book! You have no idea how much I appreciate it. I only started this book because I haven't read a good book in a long time and I thought, 'how hard could it be to write a book' and may I just say: MY SAGGY POTATO SACK THIS IS HARD! Seriously, I give props to all you writers out there.
Anyway...enjoy and please correct any grammar or spelling mistakes that you see.

Jeremiah's POV
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"JER!"

"Uhm, what the bejeezus?" My words were laced with irritation. Urgh, I seriously have to stop waking up like this.

"Dude, come on. Our patrol shift is starting in," Campbell pauses as he checks his watch, "9 minutes!"

"Well thanks for waking me up 8 minutes too early." I scowled.

"Jer, this is serious. Max can't patrol today because the light wasn't hitting his face correctly when he woke up, (*note the sarcasm) and everybody else already has their assigned duties, so it's just us." Campbell pleaded, while pacing around the room, clearly in some sort of a panic attack.

"Okay, okay. Calm your chops, I'm coming." I said.

A few minutes down the line and we're hiding out in a bush, spying on the girls' side of the camp.
Even though we're not permitted to interact with the opposite gender, we are authorised to try and find out information about their strategy and game of action. I mean, this is still war.

Camp Haven is one of those camps where parents are supposedly sad to see their children go, but are actually planning on doing the salsa on a cruise ship, off the coast somewhere.

Well, that's what Campbell's mom is doing, according to him of course. As for my folks, I have no idea what they're doing and I'd like to keep it that way. No reason for me to have nightmares about their 'little alone time' if you know what I mean.

I guess it's a win-win situation, really. You're out of your parents' hair and you get to stay in a place where the food is amazeballs. Nah, the food actually couldn't get any worse...something along the lines of trying to get us in the war 'zone' by giving us 'food' that resembles some sort of gerbil kibble.

Campbell and I have been best buds ever since Camp Haven started, where we first met, which was 5 years ago. Ever since then, we've come every Summer and have lost to the girls every time at the Armegedon (day of war). But something in my gut is telling me that this time is different and I'm hoping it's not just because I didn't have any breakfast, cudos to Campbell.

"Staring at the girls again, I see." Campbell smirks, bringing me out of my thoughts.

"Says the one who put us down for patrolling." I countered as his smirk slowly vanished, leaving me content.

"Honestly, it's the only reason I still come." he joked, while pretending to be in deep thought. We both laughed.

"So who do you think will come out on top this time round?" I asked him when our laughter died down.
He looked over at me with a serious expression engraved on his face.

"Jer, what kind of a question is that? I almost died last time!" he exclaimed, as I chuckled. I shoud've figured. It's been a total of 7 minutes since the last time he brought it up.

"Cal," I began with my nickname for him, "how many times do I have to tell you that it was red paint from a paintball gun and NOT your damn blood on your uniform." I sighed.

"Right, right. Sure it was." He said, not seeming convinced.

This everybody, is my best friend Campbell.

So I'm guessing he thinks the girls will win. I on the other hand, have other thoughts in mind for our last Camp. Maybe winning is a bit of a long shot, but I'm not going down without a fight. Unlike our previous wars where Cal and I would steak out in a remote shed we'd found, with smuggled in Nutella and Ice Tea on the floor, where we waited for 'them', (them being the girls) to find us so we could surrender, I was hoping for something a little different this year. Oh this year. Oh yes. This year the beast will be released. And that beast is Jeremiah Fitzgerald Scott!

Cal started laughing. Damnit, I hope I didn't do that thing where I unconsciously say what I'm thinking out loud.

"Oh, you totally were!" he clarifies my suspicion while chuckling.

I punch him in his shoulder...the bad shoulder. I got up and ran to our home base with a smug look on my face as Cal shouted behind me, pledging to get me back for this. Also something about how he knows where I live.

First day of Camp... Eh, I've had better.

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Hey muchachos!
So this is my first chapter of my first novel and you guys commenting would be AMAZEBALLS!!!

*Side note* (for the girls)
Do you guys also get cramps that feel like a thousand knives were stuffed into your stomach, because man am I DYING!!!

Also if you know anyone that could make me a cover, I would be so grateful!

Well...Tchuss!
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