Sarah had been eighteen now for six months and boy was she feeling her age all of a sudden. It didn't help that her parents were forcing her into summer camp, a final summer of camp which she had been going to ever since she was thirteen.
She enjoyed it when she was just a little kid, but the last few years she had hated it as she didn't want to be separated from her friends or her boyfriend for a whole summer.
Sarah's parents made her a deal though, go to this final camp and then she would receive a car. So while she hated that she was being bribed, six weeks of nothing for a car? That was a great deal.
The first day of camp arrived and Sarah reluctantly stepped up to the front gates carrying all her stuff; make-up, shoes, clothes and her phone and books (though her phone wasn't allowed Sarah knew by now that if she kept it stuffed in her bra, no one would know).
Sarah knew the drill of the first day by now; get shown to her room, dump all of her stuff off and then to the main hall where you had to meet and greet the camp stuff, who after years of their pseudo-friendly nature Sarah grew to resent them. This year was....a little different though.
The staff announced that there was going to be a masquerade ball in the evening, as a sort of fun way for everyone to get to know everyone, but still keep things a surprise.
Later that night Sarah was dressed up in a sleek, figure hugging black dress, which only complimented her slender frame and allowed her long brunette hair to flow effortlessly down her back and highlighting her lightning-blue eyes. For a mask she wore a traditional black masquerade mask, which covered around her eyes but allowed her sensual lips and neck to be flaunted.
In the main hall lots of people were gathered, staff and campers alike though very few could be recognised apart from the older members of staff. None of that mattered to Sarah as she walked around the outskirts of the hall, bypassing the dancing teens and heading straight for the bar. She asked for an orange juice and while the barman was pouring her drink she tried flirting with him and asked him to slip a little vodka in there.
He told her that he couldn't serve her unless she was a member of staff and then walked away to deal with another female customer, a girl not a day older than Sarah, but who had shoulder length bright red hair, clearly dyed as it stood out amongst the waves of blondes and brunettes in the room. This girl wore a long red dress, matching her hair colour and a red mask to compliment her. Sarah thought she looked like almost an exact opposite of herself, but paid little attention once she had the orange juice in her hand.
The barman came back to Sarah and tapped her on the shoulder "Excuse me miss, may I have your drink?" Sarah looked confused and asked why, but the barman insisted. He took her drink away and replaced it with a fresh one. Sarah didn't quite understand why but she wasn't about to refuse a free refill. She brought the glass up to her lips and took a sip of the orange juice.
A flavour that wasn't just orange washed over her tongue and she immediately recognised it as the taste of vodka. Quite happy with herself that she got the barman to give her what she wanted she started walking away to sit down at one of the tables. A few minutes later and the red haired girl from the bar sat down beside her.
"Hey, look no offence but I'm not really here to make any friends" Sarah said in-between sips of her drink.
"Hmph, I thought you would have been a lot nicer to the girl who got you that drink after all" the red haired girl spoke with conviction in her voice.
"How? You're barely older than I am, you couldn't have gotten me this drink!" Finishing her drink, Sarah put the glass down on the table.
"Well I am 18 for sure, but I am a member of staff. My name is Chloe, nice to meet you"
