It was humid, bright, and there were a crap-load of bugs.
"Son of a bitch," Vera muttered, a dark glare in her eyes as she swatted a mosquito as she neared the girl's cabin. "I swear that I will rip every single one of you stupid bug's wings off!" she snapped, her decent mood gone. She didn't encounter any people on he way to the cabin, but when she arrived, well ... What was another story entirely.
There was already one girl there, who had light pink hair and eyes that were hidden behind large sunglasses.
Oh God, she's a richie ... This will be fun ...
Sarcasm at it's finest. As she made her way in, she noted that there were two sets of bunk beds and a single bed.
So I get to share a bed with a jerk ... Awesome!
Giving an eye-roll, she chucked one of her bags onto a top bunk - the one that the girl hadn't already taken the bottom of - and stood on the ladder that led up to the top bunk, unzipping one of the bags.
Another girl entered as she was unpacking, but instead of even looking over at her, Vera focused on unpacking. Her idle chatter was annoying, and her voice was bothersome, but through sheer willpower, Vera managed to refrain from dropping down and slapping the girl.
By the time that she had finished putting her things away, she was a hair away from punching the girl.
Surprisingly, Vera dropped calmly from the ladder, turned her face towards Lana, and said in a very soft voice, "You're annoying me. Shut up," before she easily turned on her heel and strode to the door. Outside once more, she was assaulted by bugs again, which she took care of with a bit of bug spray that she had stuffed in her bra - a very convenient place to keep things - and she began to make her way towards the front of the camp.
Only to be knocked to the ground by a figure that she had definitely not seen coming.
"Hey!"
When she landed, she landed hard and directly on her bottom, undoubtedly bruising her tailbone and staining her jeans-shorts.
"---hole," she muttered, shaking her head to straighten her thoughts, her fiery hair bouncing slightly as she did so. When she looked up, it was to glare slightly at the young man that stood before her. His hair was an odd blonde with dark streaks through it, his eyes were charming, and he was quite a bit taller than her own 5'5" state. Vera managed to push herself up, her hands patting her bottom in a useless attempt to rid it of dirt, and she tilted her head back to look up at him. Her eyes were slightly narrowed, but a sly smile curved the corners of her lips up.
"You know, you're a dick for knocking me over and not apologizing, but ... A very attractive one," she purred, stepping back to look the boy up and down, but his apparel gave her pause.
"Unless I'm mistaken, you're one of the stuck-up, holier-than-though kids, aren't you?" she asked, raising a brown. A light suddenly dawned in her eyes, her hand lifting to snap two fingers together. "I know who you are! Theodore Stevensson, right? You sold meth to my foster bro not to far back. Guess you slipped up, didn't you?" she joked, lightly punching his upper arm. "I thought druggies were discreet about what they did," she said, rolling her eyes.
(I'm so sorry from the choppiness. My mind was elsewhere while I wrote this ><)