Happy Campers

Chapter 4 – Fashion Camp

Ugh. It’s not even 7:00am and I’m being woken up by some irritating tune.  Apparently Spencer’s idea of a wake up call is by playing some dodge theme tune; I’ll let you know what it is when I find out. Anyway she’s using a pissing trumpet of all instruments, to wake us up. I mean honestly of all the instruments made in the world, she picks a bloody trumpet.

I’m more of a guitar or piano girl myself, but that’s not relevant. Now the fact that I’ve been woken up at this un-godly hour is completely relevant. And Spencer can play that so called musical tune on that blow pipe as much as she likes, but I’m staying in bed.

I was just putting my head back down on to the pillow, when none other than my roomy came storming into room; trumpet in hand. I thought she was going to steam roll right over the top of my bed, but instead she stopped at the end of it.

Now personally I don’t think that the whole Explorer outfit is a god look on anyone, but Spencer is defiantly an exception in this case. Her navy polo clings to her body and luckily she has the legs for those ‘Dora the explorer’ shorts, although they are a bit shorter than Dora’s shorts.

My eyes are busy eating her up at the moment, it’s almost a second nature for them ha-ha. Oops she’s been talking.

“Ashley! Get up please. We have to be at the mess hall in 5 minutes” Spencer is just so cute when she’s seconds from begging.  Unfortunately for her it’s going to take more than a pleading face to get me out of bed.

“Go on without. I don’t think I’ll be able to make it” ok so that was slightly over dramatic, but it is early. So you know…give me a break.

Uh-oh, that sneaky little b****! She’s got a puppy dog pout. This is not cool, not at all. It’s actually cruel. I’ll just have to not let it get to me. Bugger in heck. It seems Spencer Carlin has mastered the art of the puppy dog pout.

In my attempt to escape the uber cute face my blond leader was pulling, I so childishly opted for hiding under my cover. I know I’m 17, but I was out of mature options. So I went old school. I only just heard Spencer stomp her foot. Now that’s childish and she’s older than me.