GINA
"We don't like Irina do we?" Rosa whispered as she smirked at me knowingly. My cheeks stained with color, I didn't mean to be so territorial but watching the smile drop from her face as she heard me address them as my mates filled with an odd sense of satisfaction. I didn't like the way she looked at them, like dessert that she had the liberty of picking from.
"Don't worry, I don't like her either. Something about her just creeps me out" Rosa said as we made our way over to the tent that we were assigned to. I knew we were friends for a reason. As we tried to arrange our bags in our tents, I felt excited and anxious. I didn't know what to expect at camp.
But whatever happens, I hope I was able to blend in properly and adjust without difficulty. Then again, it was camp, there was no
