Snippet #2442880

Jolting awake with a start, Ollie sat up, nearly knocking her book into the lake. Her face itched and tickled, as if bugs were crawling all over it. Wiping a face across her cheek, she was surprised (and disgusted) to see it coated heavily in ants, squirming in a horrid attempt to free themselves from her grasp. They were everywhere: on her backpack, her face, her hair; it occurred to Ollie that she'd fallen asleep with her sandwich on her face and her lunch wide open, obviously attracting the miniature demons to her blanket. It also occurred to Ollie that they were still everywhere.

With a squeal, she took off her sweatshirt to reveal a navy and white stripped bathing suit as she began an arial attack on the bugs with the shirt. Hopping from foot to foot around the blanket and proving to herself that no matter what she might think, she was absolutely terrified of bugs.

"Why did I even choose to come to the stupid lake after that stupid trip here?" She hissed, now dumping all of her stuff out of the pack.

When the ants proved to be too much of a problem, she, after smothering another squeal with her free hand, picked up the half eaten food and tossed it several feet away from her belongings, slipping out of her shorts and boots, and diving into the cold lake.

"I guess I'm awake now." She grumbled, securing a float on her back.