Happy Campers

Chapter 3 – Goodnight Campers

I’m pretty sure I have a huge smirk on my face. Madison and Evelyn look like wounded puppies. Well that’s what they get for being so eager. Karma’s a bitch ha-ha.

After smirking at Madison and Evelyn, I looked back at Spencer, who was looking at me waiting for my answer. “Well I’m not sleeping on the rug, so lead the way” I gestured my hands for Spencer to move on to the next room.

I went over to where my bags were placed, gripping the handles tightly, I attempted to hoist the bags up and nearly dislocated my shoulder doing so. The girl’s laughed. And I think Evelyn may have a laughing problem. She laughs at the smallest thing. Maybe it’s just English humour.

Spencer walked off into ‘our’ room. That felt so good to say; mine and Spencer room.

Anyhow I was still trying to move my suitcases, which had resulted in me pushing them along the old wooden floor boards. My so called group family continued to laugh as they watched me struggle. And I’ll tell you this for free, pushing with all your might, wears you down like you never believe. I’m shattered already and I’ve only moved about a meter.

A few tiring minutes later, I’ve managed to get to the second room door. By now I’ve just about sweated my body weight. So I got the bright idea of resting up against the closed door, I was just gaining my breath back. The next thing I know I’m laying on my back, looking up at a wide eyed Spencer.

“Ashley? What are you doing down there?” I scoffed as I tried to get up. I can hear the girls laughing. I think Kyla is even laughing; Bitches.

“Oh well you know. I was inspecting the floor boards; I just thought I’d get a closer look.” Sarcasm is my best friend. I mean honestly, she must be a real airhead. She raised her eyebrows at me. I think she’s trying to figure out if I was being serious or not.

Shaking her head, Spencer reached her hand down, offering me her hand. After all the effort used to move those flaming suitcases, I was in no shape to refuse any help. So I took a strong grip of her hand; just in case she decided she would be funny and let me drop to the floor again. Yes I have trust issues.