graphic_biscuit
tis i, the frenchiest fry.
This week was going to be interesting.
Carmen climbed out of her mother's convertible, pulling her bulky duffel bag along with her. She raised her arms above her head, stretching her sore muscles out. That car ride was horrible, she felt so stiff. Her parents who where up in the front, waved to her.
"We love you, Cici. Have fun, and don't cause too much trouble!" Her mother called out jokingly, flashing her a warm smile. Carmen returned it, a small laugh escaping her lips. She let out a small sigh, waved goodbye to her parents, and continued forward into the woodsy camp. Her converse sank into the soft soil below her as she walked. Different kinds of birds flew overhead and chirped their song. She could get used to his, it was very peaceful. She passed a beautiful, long strawberry patch that stretched for a few miles. She smiled to herself, slinging her duffel bag over her shoulder.
She soon reached a fairly large building that seemed to be the mess hall. Her olive green eyes darted about the area, looking for anyone who could tell her where to go. A few other people, who looked a little older than her, were walking about nearby. She was a little intimidated to ask them anything, but she couldn't just wander randomly. Hesitantly, she made her way over to the group of young adults.
Carmen climbed out of her mother's convertible, pulling her bulky duffel bag along with her. She raised her arms above her head, stretching her sore muscles out. That car ride was horrible, she felt so stiff. Her parents who where up in the front, waved to her.
"We love you, Cici. Have fun, and don't cause too much trouble!" Her mother called out jokingly, flashing her a warm smile. Carmen returned it, a small laugh escaping her lips. She let out a small sigh, waved goodbye to her parents, and continued forward into the woodsy camp. Her converse sank into the soft soil below her as she walked. Different kinds of birds flew overhead and chirped their song. She could get used to his, it was very peaceful. She passed a beautiful, long strawberry patch that stretched for a few miles. She smiled to herself, slinging her duffel bag over her shoulder.
She soon reached a fairly large building that seemed to be the mess hall. Her olive green eyes darted about the area, looking for anyone who could tell her where to go. A few other people, who looked a little older than her, were walking about nearby. She was a little intimidated to ask them anything, but she couldn't just wander randomly. Hesitantly, she made her way over to the group of young adults.
Carmen is open for interaction.