The Art of Summer Camp War

3

     "It's time to find out what team you're on." The room was silent. Anticipation hung in the air and it was heavy amongst all the students. "First, let me introduce the teams and their leaders." The two younger men stepped forward almost in sync. "On my left," he nodded to the masked man, "Is Dream!" everyone clapped and cheered and whooped and stomped. "Dream is the team leader of, what is, in my opinion, a very unoriginal name," he chuckled and the tall masked man, now known to be Dream tilted back and grabbed his chest in fake offense, "The Dream Team!" Again, the crowd clapped and cheered.

     Phil waited a second for the room to quiet again. "And on my right," the curly-haired man gave a two-finger salute. "is Wilbur! Wilbur Soot." Tommy, Tubbo, Jack, and Niki all looked at each other, then at Wilbur, then back at each other in disbelief. There was NO way that the one artist they all liked was a leader at their summer camp. They smiled and began to stomp and shout with the rest of the students. "Now," Phil began when silence slowly found its way back to the room. "Wilbur is the leader of the team calllleeedd" He drew out his last word to make everyone wait for it. "L'manburg! Honestly, it is quite a strange name in my opinion but he said he wanted it to "sound french". whatever that's supposed to mean. Let me give you a bit of history to these teams. When we first began this camp there was only the dream team. That's where everyone automatically was and then for the games, we would separate the kids at random and have them play for fun. But just recently, this Wilbur fellow joined our staff and formed a team of his own! He claimed it was a revolution against the Dream Team and that for there to be equality that there had to be another team. And thus, L'manburg was born. So now it is time to truly find out. Will you join the long-reigning champion in his fight to keep his throne? Or will you join the maybe not-so-humble revolution leader in his fight for freedom? The time to know is now!" Phil started reading off the names of cabins and which team they belonged to. Every time a cabin was called they champed and cheered, even the quieter kids. Tommy sat in dreadful anticipation. It felt like a weight on his shoulders that was too much to bear. He just had to be on Wilbur's team. Although he would never admit to Wilbur (or himself) that he was a fan, he still wanted to talk to him and befriend him.

     Words seemed to mean nothing at this moment. The only words Tommy was listening for was "cabin embassy". His cabin, of course. Other cabin names being called sounded like a jumble of noise that would never and could never make sense to him, although maybe that could have been his ADHD. A few seconds felt like hours and it was agonizing. Finally, after what, in reality, was no longer than a couple minutes, Tommy heard his cabin name called.

     "Cabin Embassy! This Cabin consists of Tommy, Tubbo, Ranboo,,," Phil listed a couple more students but Tommy temporarily stopped paying attention.

     "Ranboo?" he thought, "I'm stuck with one of the Americans? And a quiet one at that? Well, what a week this will be."

     "And of course as a cabin head, you have Jack... Manifold that is. We do have another Jack here but he's for one of the other cabins. You guys are on..." Tommy held his breath as Phil hesitated,

     "Team L'manburg!"

A/N Sorry for the short chapter! Weird week haha