Egyptian Tent (no joke its seriously just a tent)

Keiara looked over the picture, back in Lompoc there were two types of cars, classic and crap. "Not bad I suppose. Here's mine." Keiara fished out another picture "The guy who owns it lives down the street from me, so if I get the money he said he'll sell it to me cheap."

I let out a sigh as i hear the argument some how change to a car fight. it seemed a bit weird how they easily changed the topic of there argument withot knowing it.

Wes started getting all jittery and jumpy at all this epic car talk as she brought out another picture.

"Ah wow that's beautiful!" Keiara said admireing the paint job

"Isn't it?" Wes smiled, her exitment increasing. "So what were we talking about?"

Keaira bit her lower lip trying to recall what they *had* been talking about. "All I can remember are the cars."

Wes shrugged, her mind still engulfed in car talk, "So, if and when I turn 16 and get my lisence, I'm debating weather or not I'm gonna force Jake to make me a combination of a Delorean and a Thunderbird to where it looks like a T-Bird, but its doors open like the Delorean."

Keairas mind began to form a vivid image of the car "Aww that would be awesome!"

I let ut a sigh and begin to walk around the tent towards the lake were people seem to be canoing, snaping a twig as I walked by.

Wes startd almost jumping, "I KNOW RIGHT!?"

(later on)

Keaira walked up to the tent. She began to undo the zipper, which got stuck about halfway down. "Just perfect." She grumbled to herself as she forced herself inside the stuffy tent. "Go to camp! You'll have fun! You'll meet lots of new friends just like you!" Keiara mocked her mother. She began to settle in the smallish tent. Once, somewhat comfortable she let out a sigh "This tent is extremely stuffy...."

Walking to her cabin, Marie noticed a very small tent next to a fire. She frowned, sure she had never seen it before. She probably didn't notice it.
She walked up to it, wanting a closer look at the place. "Goodness! Its tiny! If I stayed in that, i'd go mad. There's no space for a bookshelf!"
Wondering who could possibly want to stay in a tent, she continued walking, deciding that if she ever found out who lived there, she would make them a bigger and more sturdy tent with the help of a friend.