Camp from hell

I am with a bunch of other kids at what is trying to be passed off as a sleep-away camp at this really large house. What are called camp activities end up looking like household chores. We set up for some event as the homeowner's kid comes home. A storm is brewing and for some reason I end up in another house behind the first one and start helping clean up what looks like lunch. There are a few kids here and there, the rest made it to the main house. I remember climbing up on the counters to check to make sure where everything is placed, but many of the cabinets are empty and dusty. I climb down and work my way into what looks like a study and I get distracted by all these old books that are stacked and crammed on these shelves. I pull a couple closest to me to look at them, but the binding is so faded that if they ever had a title printed on the spine, you now couldn't see it. It stops raining at some point because I make my way into the main house and I'm not too happy about something else that seems weird here. I know that there are kids stationed as lookouts and they report "she's coming back!" I see out a front window this really expensive looking car that looks to be plated in gold stopped behind a trash truck. "she's back! She's back!!" everyone running back to their spots. I don't remember really what we were doing. My baby sister was asking me if I was able to read some report or other that she had done and I said I was trying too, but it's kind of hard when you are doing all these seemingly random things when you're supposed to be "having fun". So she's grumbling at me and everyone is getting together for a meal. Most of us there want to leave, but there are some pain in the butt girls who think to give us hell. One throws something at me that lands on my plate, and I throw it back at her. We are not supposed to waste food, but I don't cate at this point. I throw other things at her that make her grin and start tattling. I've had enough at this point and look over at our "director" and pretty much tell her to shove it. We're tired of doing all the grunt work for her and this isn't a camp it's a hell. She just gives a mocking smile and tell us we can leave. I know I rolled my eyes at her and got up with a lot of people. There was an understanding that parents would be involved and some sort of her losing mony.

That whole dream felt like a bunch of us were being taken advantage of. For the most part no one was saying anything. That's true of life though. Most people dont say anything right away when they are being used.