Stop in the Name of Pants!
Chapter One
Deep in the forest of red bottomosity
Saturday July 30th
Camping fiasco
11:30 p.m.
In my tent of shame.
Again.
The rest of my so-called pals are still out in the woods
with the "lads" and I have crept back to the campsite
aloney. I can hear snoring from Miss Wilson's tent and
also Herr Kamyer's. I bet there will be a deputation of
voles coming along shortly to complain that they can't
get any sleep because of the racket.
11:32 p.m.
I'm going to forget about everything and just go to
sleep in my lovely sleeping bag. On the lovely soft
ground. Not. It's like sleeping on an ironing board. And
I do know what that is like, actually.
11:33 p.m.
I said coming on this school camping trip would be a
fiasco of a sham and I was not wrong.
11:34 p.m.
I was right.
11:35 p.m.
I wonder what the others are doing?
11:36 p.m.
Anyway, the main thing is that I am now, officially, the
girlfriend of a Luuurve God. And therefore I have put my
red bottom behind me with a firm hand. I will never
again be found wandering lonely as a clud in ... read full excerpt from: Stop in the Name of Pants! ebook
