Weirdo

17

Sorry this was super late! My wifi started acting up and I couldn't figure out what was wrong for a super long time. Of course it had to happen on a Saturday. :,/

Y/N's P.O.V.

Except for me though. I knew that something like this would happen. It's a campsite. What else was there to expect? I look up at the sky to see rain clouds begin to crawl over the sky. I grab onto Harrison, who was still soaked with both lake water and my tears.

I use my hoodie sleeve to try and dry his hair as we all start to walk over to a small plain near the lake surrounded by trees. We get there and Councilor David starts to set up a large bonfire. I get most of the water out of his hair and I hold onto his arm. He turns his head to me and gives a warm smile. I cheerfully walk with him.

When Councilor David gets everything set up, he cheers, "A bonfire!".

Neil speaks with a pissed underlying tone, "A bonfire..."

Councilor David exclaims, "Yes! It's the highest honor!".

To be honest, I kinda want to see it. I want to smell the peaceful smoke in the air and see the wood in calm, warming flames. Everyone can gather near the fire and we can all chill out. But that's not going to happen. Not in this camp anyway. Everyone but me is absolutely pissed about what was going on.

I tune everyone out as I hear a distant thunder roll to my left. I pull on Harrison's sleeve and I tell him, "Hey, I think it's gonna rain soon."

Harrison turns his head towards me. His expression went from annoyed to warm. He tells me, "Okay. Let's go," and we start to walk towards the Councilors' Cabin for some shelter.

The rain starts to fall from the sky and I could see lightning strike down a tree from afar. The thunder began to sound more intense. We start to speed up our pace to get to the cabin as the rain began to pour.

We hear the other campers begin to walk towards the cabin with us. I look back. The only people that were missing were Max and Councilor David. I start to worry and I look back at our route. I tighten my grip on Harrison's sleeve.

We get there well before the others and we stand and wait for them. Councilor Gwen opens the cabin door and lets all of the kids in. She opens up a cabinet and grabs towels for all of us. I walk over to her and she hands me a bunch of towels to help her hand them out to everyone. I don't know why she chose me specifically, but I guess I made the mistake to come near. I hand out towels to everyone who was near.

I keep the least two and I find Harrison. I hand one of the towels to him and I start drying my own hair and clothes. My jacket was more soaking than ever before, but at least I could try and dry off. I look over to Harrison. He was patting down his damp hair with a bored look on his face.

I take off my hoodie and wring out the water. I wrap it around my waist and use the towel to keep patting down my hair. I feel someone's gaze on me. I felt uncomfortable. I turned my head around to try and find who was staring me down. No one. I look at Harrison, who was finishing up by scrubbing his waistcoat with the damp towel.

I wrap up my hair and I can't shake the feeling that someone's watching me. Then, a large, wooden *SLAM* sounds as the cabin door is sung open.

Everyone turns to look at who just busted in. It's Max! He yells out with an expression of anger, "Hey! David needs our help! He just got hit in the face with the bonfire wood and he's probably gonna die from it if we don't help!".

He looks mad, but I could see it in his eyes that he is more concerned about Councilor David's health than anything. Gwen tells Max, "Okay. We can't just go on heroic missions without a plan. So while you twerps figure something out, I'm gonna go get some bandages."

"Okay!" A few of us cheered out.

We begin to form a plan. I tried to suggest some things, but no one really heard. Nobody really paid attention when Harrison tried to restate my thoughts either. We just listened and affirmed the thoughts we liked, and we showed clear disinterest to not-so-great ideas.

We began to put the plan in motion. I look outside. I relay what I see to the other campers, "Hey everyone, the storm's cleared up! Let's get out there and do this thing!".

Everyone whooped and cheered as we put on our costumes. It's not what David meant by 'Indian', but I'm not gonna stop their fun. Gwen had already walked out to make sure that David wasn't dead a little while ago when the rain started to calm down. We just wanted to wait for when the weather cleared up entirely. We worked hard to make these on such short notice. And by 'we' I mean Preston, who just shouted at us to get things for him.

We get out of the cabin like a herd of cattle escaping the confines of a fenced-in ranch. I wait for Harrison on the side of the crowd and when I spot him, I rush to his side.

I spot Max carrying a large jug of gasoline, a box of matches, and a roll of duct tape. Should I tell him? Nah. It'll be cooler to watch it explode.

We get to the little plain near the lake. I watch as Max sets it up with a little bit of Nurf and Gwen's help. Max dumps a heap of the flammable liquid onto the wood and tosses a lit match into the pile of wood. He grabs a large, broken staff and brings it to another, less-populated area to tape it together. I stare at the fire before me. I couldn't help but feel at ease.

I yawn, stretching my arms and legs. I turn my head to Harrison, who yawns as well. I try my best to not fall asleep, but I put my head onto Harrison's shoulder. He puts his arm on my shoulder and rests his head on mine as I stare into the fire. The crackle of the flames put me at ease, but the gasoline did smell pretty out of place. Then, it finally came, *BOOM*

I cackled at the chaos while Harrison, along with most of the other campers, screamed at the explosion before them. The panic ensues even as Councilor David instructs us to back away from the gasoline fire and Councilor Gwen tells us to go to bed. I kept my enthusiasm for the excitement to a minimum as we walk back to our tents. The feeling of being watched stopped as I entered my tent. I place my jacket on the edge of my bed so it could air-dry.

Harrison walks into the tent shortly after and asks me, "Hey Y/N? Why were you laughing at the explosion?".

"I wasn't laughing at that! I was laughing at everyone's reaction towards it."

"Yeah. This doesn't help your case at all when you ask me to not be scared of you."

"Oh well," I tease, sticking my tongue at him in a playful manner.

I climb up the ladder and lie in bed. I remember something. I get up and look at the edge of my bed. There sat the sack my parents packed for me. A plain, white, cloth, drawstring bag. I grab and stare at it. I weigh it in my hand. It felt like nothing. I open it up.

I was expecting clothes, but there was just a note.