You groggily woke up and took stock of your surroundings, noticing that the bus didn't smell like sweat and cologne, it smelled more like... perfume? You brushed your hair out of your face and listened to the noises coming from around you. Pop music, chatter about clothes and boys and your eyes slowly widened.
"I'm on the wrong bus... but that lady...." you thought.
You were taken out of your thought by a tap on the shoulder. A girl, around your age, had moved from the seat across into yours.
"Hi, I'm Kendra." she said, extending her hand, which was well manicured and dainty, compared to yours.
"Leslie..." you squeaked. You had to get out of here.
"You must've been tired, you slept through almost the entire bus ride." she said.
You had to find a counselor and explain what happened. You went to stand up, but the bus stopped.
"Okay girls, we're here. Welcome to camp!" a cheery woman exclaimed from the front.
You sat back while everyone got off the bus. You got off last and approached the counselor.
"Excuse me." you said.
"What is it, sweetie?" she asked.
"Uh, this is a little awkward but... I'm at the wrong camp. I'm supposed to be at the boy's camp." you said.
"Name?" she asked.
"Leslie Daniels." you replied.
"Nope, we have you down here on our roster." she said.
"But I'm a boy." you said.
"Well, you're not dressed very girly but I wouldn't go that far." she said.
"No, you don't understand..." you said.
But she ignored you and walked over to they were unloading the bags. That was your chance. If you showed them your bag, they'd have to believe you. You waited as bags were claimed...
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