Camp Counselor

Chapter 29

I woke up early. Really early. So early that the world was still asleep. The sun hadn't even began its ascend yet and the birds were still dreaming, if bird dream at all. Do they dream like we do, of the impossible? And if so what do creatures as free as birds view as impossible. They are the impossible possible. I hear the just barely audible sighs of the kids in my cabin as they sleep peacefully, a sound I wouldn't be able to hear had I woken up later. My guess it's 4:30 something in the morning and so I lay in bed for the next 15 minutes thinking about the following 3 days. The last 3 days of summer.

I would go home and everything would be as it was. As it always has been. It's the first day of my last year in high school. Senior year. The year everyone always talks about as being memorable and the time of their lives. A year where anything and everything could happen with the only other consequence on the line is our future. I walk in the front doors as I've did for many years with my flanks by my side, much like my mother had walked into the kitchen when she told me I would be spending summer at camp as a camp counselor, of all things it was that. For a second accompanied with the sensation of mirroring my mother overtook me and I was Lena Luthor, Daughter to the CEO of Luthor Corp and I hated summer camp. It was a summer of my life I could never get back, a whole summer just wasted.

Even in an alternate universe I couldn't believe it was true and I knew it's just who I had to be. I'm sure my mother would've spread the word of my generous and inspiring motivations that led me to sacrifice my summer for a better cause and if anyone asked I would back her up. I would pretend to be a hero and my friends would ask about all the dreadful activities I had to encountered and I would tell them. I would be who they want me to be because one summer doesn't change who I am. It can't. And even if it did they wouldn't believe me. They would know nothing about what actually happened over the summer and they would never understand how a goofy, sporty, tall, blonde, beautiful woman would have inspired me to do new things and maybe even influence my ability to like those things.

She didn't give up on me and if I'm being honest, at least with you guys, she was the only one who didn't give up on me. If it wasn't for her I would've just been the rich bitch everyone talks about next summer about how spoiled I am and how painful it was to be on the same team with someone so entitled that to simply loose made me want to change the rules of the game. But thanks to Kara that wasn't me.  Despite what anybody else thought of me Kara believed in me and I could never fully repay her for that. She would've wasted her entire summer on me had I been anymore grounded on my stubbornness. Some part of me thinks she would've been okay with that as long as she got to see my progress. Another part of me is glad I didn't waste my summer. Despite what my friends back home will think, what I'll tell them, spending my summer here was the best thing that's ever happened to me.

Maybe in college I'll grow into myself more, I'll be able to be who I am as freely as a bird. If a whole year of school and hiding myself doesn't mind wash me first.

I could see out the window the sky starting to lighten up more and once I realized there was no going back to sleep I got out of bed and started to get dressed. I put on a dark blue camp counselor shirt and a pair of jean shorts Kara let me borrow, along with a grey hoodie I took from the lost and found and paired the outfit off with a pair of white converse. I tied my hair back into a low ponytail that resembles Karas apart from the drastic change in color and I was on my way. Unsure of where I was even going I knew I had to walk somewhere.

The chances of me ever being in a place so remote and closed off from the rest of the world like this would be slim to none and I need to appreciate it one last time. Throughly appreciate it. I started on a path that I've walked with Kara before and for the most part our steps have been burned into my memory but at one point I must've broken off from memory because I ended up at the opposite end of the lake with hardly no recognition of how I got there. I felt far from camp and even the sky showed a drastic change. That must be the sun almost above the tree line now. I would assume half the camp is awake now and probably even Kara. She's been helping Cat out at night with organizing the activity shed and cleaning the lunch hall so these past few mornings she's been sleeping in.