Camp Red Dirt

Prologue

**Tara's POV**

I cringe as at the heat as I step off of the bus that brought me here, to this stinking hot place called Silvertown. I still don't understand how mum thought this would be a good idea. I mean why would being stuck in camp in a very small, very rural town in Australia help me figure out what career path I want to go down. I skim the information sheet in my hand, seeing the logo to the camp that has a very fitting name. Red Dirt. 

Wow, Original.

Before I can hop back on the bus and just take a trip back home to my comfort of my bed back home in Sydney, my bags have been dumped at my feet and the bus pulling away. I let out a sigh at the thought of spending my summer in a place this hot. I read the instructions from my mother, and let out yet another sigh when I see I have to wait for the 3:30pm bus to this 'Red Dirt Camp'. Meaning this camp, whatever it is, is out of the already tiny town. I glance down at my phone and seeing as there's no service. I start to think it was a waste to bring it. Although it could be a backup torch. I turn around to take in my small surroundings.

First off everything's small. The whole town is about half a kilometre long at most. I notice a news agency (they get the paper here?), a school, a grocery shop, some houses and a bakery. My stomach rumbles when I notice the bakery just across the road. I quickly run over bringing my huge, second-hand red duffle bag with me. Once I reached an outside table, I dropped my bag at the table's feet and tied my hair up as I went in to order. When I ordered my iced chocolate, and hedgehog slice (if you haven't had either you haven't lived) I came back out to sit and enjoy my freedom while I still had it. 

After receiving my order, getting an awkward look from the waitress as a side dish, I decided to tie my boring, brown, layered, 'just past shoulder length' hair up into a messy ponytail not giving a rat's ass about how I look and settle down to devour what looks like some decent homemade food.

I stand to go to the bathroom as I see that I have 5 minutes until I need to go across the street and wait for my dreaded end of freedom bus to arrive. As I walk in a see a group of young girls around 13/14 touching up on makeup like their life depended on it. Ugh. These girls have flawless skin and are model worthy. Yet here they are acting like they need it to survive. I frown upon what society does to girls these days. Making all these beautiful girls worry about their appearance, how skinny they are, how big their assets are excetera, excetera. 

As I walk out and go to was my hands, I decide to redo my incredibly messy hair; which is already falling out of it's ponytail. I look myself full on, scrutinising my dark brown eyes that look black, the light dusting of freckles over the bridge of my nose, and my chicken pox scars all over my face. After realising that comparing myself won't help, I splash my face with water as I was already starting to sweat and walk out feeling confident that I would be able to get through this dreaded summer, even if I was hating the fact that I had to spend Christmas there. (A/N: This is in Australia. Australia is in the SOUTHERN HEMISPHERE. Look it up as I can't be bothered explaining) 

I walk out and cross the road with my big, trusty, hand-me-down duffle bag. Only to realise that the bus that is just pulling away is the bus I was meant to take to this god forsaken camp. So I do the only logical thing a person would do.

Drop my precious duffle. (It pretty much held my life, including my hubby, my gorgeous, silver, sleek macbook pro)

2) Chase after the bus like a freaking madwoman -throwing her arms everywhere- who's lost something incredibly precious to her. (whether that be her clothes or her wallet... I wouldn't know)

3) Then as it seems I won't be hopping on the bus. The madwoman starts to scream her lungs out and think of all the ways her mother's going to kill her; and possibly give her brain damage with all the whacks that my back of the head she's going to take.

Only when it seems that the world will possibly end does the bus actually stop. As soon as I see this, I'm pretty much ready to just collapse on the ground and start praising the lord like the wacky weirdo I become in these types of situations. 

"WELL? WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? COME ON!" A feminine voice yells. I look up to see a flawless, strawberry blonde, blue eyed girl about my age yelling at me to hurry my ass up. Personally I like her already. I run back and grab my duffle, haul it over my shoulder and take off after the bus. But for once in my life this bus decided not to move; unlike the last time. 

As soon as I take one step onto the bus, I get a scowl from the bus driver. But all I can do is feel sorry for him. His job must seriously suck. The strawberry blonde makes her way down the aisle to the very back of the bus, with me hurriedly following behind.

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A/N 

Idk if I will continue this but maybe..? 

xx

Casper the Ghost