'Let's get one thing straight, freak,' Sheila hisses at me as we step off the bus. 'We're not friends, and we're definitely not sisters.'
'Even after all these years?' I say sarcastically. 'Gee, Sheila, you act like I give a shit.' I run my tongue over the top of my front teeth. 'You and Will can go and fuck to your hearts content, and I'll just pretend I don't exist, like everyone else!'
I stick my middle finger up.
'You're such a slut, Y/N,' Sheila yells after me. 'I hate you!'
'This is why your parents love me more!' I grin, showing all of my teeth. Keeping my middle finger up, I turn around, walking towards the camp director.
'What's your name?' She asks me.
'It's Y/N,' I respond quickly.
'Brown?'
'Yep,' I glance behind me, surveying the rest of the campers.
'Cabin Five.' She points the small brown cabin just ahead of us.
'Thanks,' I take a slip of paper containing the camp map from the table, and walk over to my new home for the next 2 months.
The cabin is empty when I get there. I throw my stuff down on the bed, run a quick hand through my dark hair, and pace over to the door. Someone is opening the door just as I get there and I accidentally collide into them, knocking them to the ground.
'Oh, I'm sorry,' I ramble, sticking my hand out. 'You okay?'
'Yeah,' She licks her lips. 'I'm good.' Without glancing down at her, I nod. 'I'm, Ziggy actually. Ziggy Berman.'
Shit.
A flurry of thoughts scramble around my brain as I try to collect myself. For a second, my head is empty and I momentarily forget how to speak. I close my eyes for a couple of seconds, trying to keep my expression neutral.
'You should watch where you're going, Ziggy Berman,' I respond coldly, brushing past her out the door.