"Bailey! Isn't this exciting sweetheart!!!" My mom squeals as we get out of the car. I whimper, looking around. There's dirt, sand, and bugs everywhere!!! I turn and help my little sister, Mia, out of the car.

"Bailey, Bailey, Bailey! Isn't this so exciting!" She squeals at the top of her lungs, spinning in a circle. I giggle and smile, even though I despise every second I'm outdoors.

"Yeah Mia. So much fun!" I say, faking a smile for her sake.

"Bailey! Come help with the tent! And get Chase out here helping too!" My dad yells from our campsite. I roll my eyes then lean into the car.

"Chase! Dad needs you to help! Wake up you loser!" I laugh as he groggily lifts his sleepy head and rubs his face.

"Bleh, fine." He jumps out of the car and runs over to my dad.

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Okay, I bet you want a kind of background here for me and my family. First there's my brother, Chase. He is currently 17 years old, and his birthday is a week after mine (July 20th). He is about 6 feet tall with dirty blond hair like our dad. He isn't very tan, and is actually pretty pale, but it suits him. He also has icy blue eyes, like Jason Grace. He looks sorta like Tyler Oakley, with the same nerdy glasses. He has lots of friends and is super popular. I'm jealous of him sometimes, but don't tell him I said that.

Next is my adorable younger sister Mia! No, it's not short for Amelia. Just Mia. She is 6 years old, and her birthday is March 18. She actually has a better tan than everyone in the family. She has long beach blonde hair that goes an inch past her shoulder, like our mom. It contrasts her darker skin and looks so cute! She has pretty emerald green eyes. She charms people with her cuteness and has many friends, like our parents.

Then there are my parents. My mom is around 5 feet 6 inches tall. She has beach blonde hair that she has recently cut short so it's just above her shoulders, as well as dark green eyes. She's super friendly and outgoing, and she loves the outdoors (unluckily for me). Then there's my dad. The perfect match for my mom. He's 5 foot 11 inches with dirty blond hair that's usually quite messy. He also has the same icy blue eyes as Chase. He's always loved camping and having quality family time. He's also super friendly, so we have a lot of parties we go to for their friends.

Lastly there's me. The outsider, the weirdo, the nerd. I'm not that tall, only 4 foot 9. I'm 15, my birthday is in two days (July 13th). The main difference about me and my family, is my hair. I have bright red, curly hair. It actually looks more copper than red, but red is easier to explain. I also have brown eyes so dark, they're almost black. I have such pale skin, it's paler than Chase. I'm not that physically appealing to many people. I'm also a huge nerd. I love books and I love to read. I can read pretty fast too. I also have straight A's in school as well as a 4.2 GPA. I don't have that many friends. Actually, I only have two. Lots of people at school tease me and make fun of me for my brain, my social awkwardness, and my inability to make friends. But one thing that is good about me, is that I'm a musician. I play violin, piano, and guitar. I can also sing pretty good. That brings me to the main reason my family makes me come camping (besides quality family time). They always make me sing around the campfire, or show off my talent to their friends. I'm surprised I still have fingers and a voice after all the times they make me perform. Actually, Chase made me sing to get his current girlfriend.

So, that's my lame self and my extraordinary family. Back to the story.

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I walk over to my family and start setting up my tent. I look over and see Mia already running around with a little girl her age. I smile and get back to work.

Soon enough, my tent is all set up. It's a medium size purple tent, big enough for two people. But I like having a lot of space (I'm slightly claustrophobic) so I have it all to myself. I arranged all my books, my sleeping bag, a flashlight, my backpack of clothes, and my acoustic guitar. My family made me bring it. My dad tried packing my violin, but I said no. Once everything is somewhat neatly in place, I exit my tent, zipping it behind me. I join my family around a campfire that has already been made. I check my watch and see that it's only 6:30. I walk up to my dad who's tending the fire.

"Hey dad. What time is it?" I ask, once again glancing at my watch.

"Almost 8:30. Why?" he says, standing up and dusting himself off.

"Oh. I guess my watch is broken." I say sadly, pouting.

"I'm sorry kiddo. Here, lets make dinner then we can have smore's. Will that cheer you up? You don't have to sing tonight." He says, comfortingly rubbing my arm. He knows how much I loved my watch.

"Sounds good. Thanks dad." I smile, standing on my tip toes and hugging him. He hugs me back warmly.

"Bailey, I know you don't really like camping. I'm really sorry you don't. I'll try not to bug you to much, I promise. Just, please don't make a big deal of things. I just want everyone to have fun. At least pretend for me." He says, smiling.

"I'll try. Thanks." I smile back, then we join everyone else in making dinner.

We laugh and eat around the campfire for hours. Time flies and soon it's 11:45. We all change into pjs then say goodnight. I walk over to my tent and see it's open. Huh. Weird. I could've sworn I closed it. I shrug my shoulders then climb into my tent. I zip it up then snuggle into my sleeping bag. I hear something crunch under my head and I sit up. I lift my pillow and see a pile of wet leaves. I grab them then throw them out of my tent. I wipe my hands on a towel I brought with me then try to sleep again. Hopefully, with no more surprises.

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