MONDAY. 7:00 AM.
Jenny's face softens a little. "Adrian?"
I quickly cut in, "No, he's not the reason everything's so annoying. How could he?"
"No I mean, is he the reason we're leaving this morning?" She asks. "He didn't look so happy last night finding out that we were here."
Okay maybe I don't want to admit it but he's actually, kinda, maybe a little bit part of the reason why Campeek! is currently annoying. Last night was just awful, I felt like a complete dumb wannabe camper and that's not even the reason I came here, my reason apparently doesn't want me here.
And that makes everything suck right now.
That same whistle sound snaps me out of my thoughts, making my heart skip a beat. I groan out loud when I see Mr. Sprayberry peek his head into our tent with indeed a whistle in between his lips.
