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The freshmen and seniors were entering the auditorium, pushing past each other to get to the seats. The freshmen went to the front, seeing as they were scared to sit in the back, and the seniors went up in the balcony. From the stage, Principle Turner was talking on his phone. When he saw the seniors going to the balcony, he yelled at them to get down and sit with the freshmen.

However, they didn't listen. They never did. Seniors couldn't stand being near the freshmen, and if they were, they would want to taunt them or try to scare them. All freshmen were frowned upon, picked on, and sometimes harrassed. All of them except for Macie Smith, the younger sister of Nick Smith, one of the most popular seniors at Lumpkin High. Guys knew not to be mean to them or Nick would get a hold of him. Guys were scared of Nick, knowing what he was capable of. Girls only wanted to be friends with Macie so they could get close to her brother. She knew that, which was way she didn't friend any of them back. Macie liked to keep to herself and only had a select few of friends. And if anyone were to make her angry, she wasn't afraid to tell them off.

Macie politely asked people to step aside so she could sit in the front row. For some reason unknown to her, she liked being closer to the stage. She liked being able to hear whoever was talking clearly. She wouldn't be able to in the back.

Finally, after fifteen minutes of people trying to enter the auditorium, everyone finally found a seat. People began to chatter loudly to each other, but they all became silent when Principle Turner began talking.

"As you know, it's that time of year," he said proudly into the microphone. Some of the freshmen looked around, confused as to what he was talking about. They didn't know about the senior trip, but they were about to. "It's time for the senior and freshmen camping trip!"

"Hell yeah!" someone near the back, a senior, said, causing a few cheers from a others around him.

Principle Turner laughed and pushed up his big round glasses. "All right, all right," he said in between chuckles. "Settle down." Everyone became silent. "Every year, the teachers plan a camping trip for the seniors and freshmen. The freshmen to welcome them to high school and have a chance to bond with each other, and hopefully bond with some of the upper classment. The seniors as a senior field trip. The camping trip idea was Samantha Davis' idea. In case you don't know who she is, she graduated here two years ago." He paused as people began clapping. "Anyway, in your first period class, you'll receive a permission form that you need to get signed and returned by Friday, which is three days from now. If you don't get it signed, you may not attend, and you'll be stuck here. The camping trip lasts for a week, starting Monday. You may all leave now," he finished, setting the mic back on its stand.

The place became noisy again, and Macie sighed. Not because of the laughting and talking, but because of the camping trip. She had never been before, and she never wanted to. She was the type of girl who hated sleeping outside, even if it was in a tent and sleeping bag, and loathed bugs. There were bound to be a lot of bugs.

She picked up her bag and slung it over her shoulder. Gripping it tightly, she exited the auditorium from the back. Macie pretty much knew the school from the palm of her hand for a freshmen.

Before going back to first period, she took a trip to the nearest bathroom. Macie took a quick look in the mirror. Her thick brown hair cascaded down her back, and one could see the layers she had. Her baby blue eyes stared back at her, and Macie couldn't help but smile. If there was one thing she loed most about herself, it would have to be her eyes. It was one of the things she got complimented on most often, along with her hair, too.

Finally, thinking she was done checking herself out, she left the restroom and headed to first period. When she walked in, the teacher stopped what she was teaching, and all eyes turned to stare at her. She blushed at being the center of attention and dropped her head. She rushed to her seat and sat down, dropping her things beside her.

"Ms. Smith, why we're you late?" Mr. Davis asked, folding his arms across his chest.

"Auditorium, sir," she whispered, looking up. Mr. Davis said something under his breath and sauntered to his desk. He digged through the papers that were scattered all over his desk. He was one of the many teachers who wasn't organized. When he found what he was looking for, he held it up.

"I forgot you were a freshmen. I'm used to only have sophomores."

Macie was super smart, which was why she was in three out of seven sophomore classes. The class she was in now, American Lit, was her favorite subject, so of course she was going to be super good at it.

"It's fine." She gave him a tight smile to let him know that it was indeed fine. He gave her a nod before going back to what he was doing before she interrupted his class.

Macie couldn't have been any more excited than she already was when the last bell of the day rang. She quickly jotted something down in her planner before closing it and sticking it into her back. Her brother, Nick, was leaning against the door, his blond hair covering his grey eyes, waiting for his sister to hurry up.

"Come on. We don't have all day," he said, irritation dripping from his voice. Macie rolled her eyes and picked up her purse, and then followed her brother out the door. "About damn time."

"Langauge," Macie warned. If there was something she hated most about her brother, it was the fact that he dropped curse words any time he found it appropiate.

"Sorry, sorry." He took a deep breath. "Don't get mad at me, but Jason is riding home with us today."

Macie stopped dead in her tracks, shocked at what her brother said. "Are you kidding me?" she practically yelled, causing a few glances toward her way. She just shrugged them off. She didn't care if people were looking at her. For all she cared, they could screw off. "I'd rather walk home."

"Sorry, Macie, but his parents are working late, and they forgot to leave him the key."

"What parent forgets to give their child a key to the house? Besides, can't they just, like, you know, hide it under the plant pot by their door or the mat lying in front of the front door? Or even a window sill!"

"Quit making such a big deal out of it, Mac. Now let's go. I don't have all day."

Macie gave a deep sigh before muttering some unintelligable words under her breath. She followed her brother out the school door and over to his black four door truck. Jason was sitting on top of the hood, listening to his iPod.

Jason was wearing a pink polo shirt, and a pair of dark washed jeams. His black as night hair was spiked, and his icy blue eyes sparkled with amusement when Macie and Nick reached the truck.

"Hey! Get off my truck!" Nick exclaimed, glaring at his best friend.

Jason, laughing, jumped off and turned his attention over to Macie. "Hey, sweetstuff," he said in a seductive voice, earning a disgusted look from Macie and a slap to the head by Nick.

"Hey man, shut up. No wonder why my sister doesn't like you."

"Sorry, dude. I just like messing with her."

"Well don't." He looked at Macie and then back to Jason. "Or at least not around me, anyway."

Macie ignored the boys and hopped into the back, throwing her stuff on the floorboard. Fastening her seatbelt, she closed her eyes and hummed a tune to herself.

The car ride home was a quiet one. All Macie could hear was Jason's music blasting through his headphones and the sound of her light breathing. She was ready to get home so she would no longer have to be in Jason's presence.

After about fifteen minutes, Nick pulled into the driveway of his two storey house. Macie took the chance to get out of the car as fast as she could when Nick turned the car off.

Macie was stopped by her mom just as she started climbing the stairs. Turning slowly, she faced her mother, Dianna. Macie looked exactly like her mom. From their hair, to their eyes, to their noses. The only thing of her dad she had was his lips and his ears.

"Yes?" she asked, already impatient.

"I heard about the camping trip. Are you excited?"

"No, I'm not. And I'm not going."

"Well why not?"

"Because I don't want to."

"Sorry, sweetheart, but your dad and I decided that you would go."

"But mom," she whined, stopping her foot stubbornly on the ground.

"No buts, dear. Give me the permission form, and just so you don't go throwing it away after I signed it, I'm giving it to your brother to turn in.

Macie knew there was no point in arguing, so she just decided to agree, and dug out the permission form out of her purse. Handing it to her mother, she then quickly went upstairs to her room, desperately needing some time alone.

It was dinner now, and Macie was called downstairs to come and eat. As she was passing by Nick's room, she couldn't help but hear, "Dude, we need another person in our group," Jason moaned. "But nobody is cool enough."

"What about Stacy? She's cute, and you know," Nick said suggestively, causing Macie to wrinkle her nose in disgust.

"No, man. We need someone who is tough and isn't afraid to stand up to us guys."

"Then I know the perfect person." Macie could hear a smirk in her brother's voice, and she was extremely curious as to who he was talking about.

"Who?"

"My sister."