"SCOUT CAMPS ARE PROVEN TO BE MEANINGFUL TO THE YOUTH'S DEVELOPMENT AND MATURITY"
A week later, Wilkes was all set up.
"Your scout uniforms?" Nanny asked.
"Check," he answered.
"Your spare clothes?" she asked.
"Check," he answered.
"Snacks?" she asked.
"Check," he answered.
"Bathing needs?" she asked last.
"Yes, madam," he saluted.
"That's my dear scout, now... what did I want to give you again?" she wondered.
"Uhm, my lunch money?" he said.
Nanny then gave five $5 to his pockets. "Now Wilkes, remember, this camp is to have fun, to learn about the very ways of the Scouts, as stated on that paper, not shopping, ok?"
"Of course, nanny," he said. He blanked out in a while when Nanny was tidying his bag neatly.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"Nothing... this, this is the first time. I, I am a bit nervous,"
"Don't be," she said. "Wilkes, don't let fear or doubts cast your dreams. You are grown up, not a little kid anymore. Go make that dream, Wilkes."
He saluted one last time. "Yes madam," he said and hugged.
"We should have a habit of hugging one another, don't we?" she said.
"Yes, Nanny Villa," Wilkes said, leaving the victorian house, farewelling soon after.
Of course, he was all alone when the bus left from the academy to Belgrade. There was no boy he was comfortable with on the noisy bus, so he sat beside Mr.Gilbert, one of the supervisors for the elementary students, whom slept, and did not know Wilkes pretty much. He refused to even stand up in the bus, because he feared what such boys can do to him if he did. At least seeing the open roads calmed his lonely mind; it was a new journey Wilkes must face and understand alone.
Arriving at the camp area at Belgrade by 2pm, a woman with her two male associates was waiting at the entrance, standing there with her arms at her hips. And as all the grade 3 to grade 5 scouts lined up accordingly to each class and gender, the woman introduced himself to camp bomazeen.
"Good morning fellow boy scouts," the woman greeted, opening her sunglasses.
"GOOD MORNING MISS!!" all the boy scouts greeted back.
"Looks like Principal Hank is a man of his words," she said. "In this line, I see hundreds of well prepared and well-behaved scouts, who have a purpose, have a goal in their life, a journey they must endure," she stated. "And one of them is this camp here," she pointed at the sign. "My name is Deandra, Ranger Deandra, I'm a park manager and a park ranger, and I will be your instructor in this camp," she said. "So first, let's start with a jog to the site, shall we?"
The scouts jogged along the trail of the deep forest, away from the noises of towns and society. It was dark blue, and slightly a fog. But Ranger Deandra always uses that chant to ignite all the scouts' energy, jogging with their arms ninety degrees and lifting them up and down until it reaches the trail:
WE ARE THE SCOUTS!!
WE ARE THE SCOUTS!!
WHO ARE WE?!
THE SCOUTS OF AMERICA!!
WHAT DO WE STAND FOR!!
TRUSTWORTHY!!
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Mystery / ThrillerThis is where it all began, involving a wayward ambiguous schoolboy, a humbly dignified boy scout, and a minor stray delinquent, who instigated such a pity conflict upon their very youth. "Conflicts Spread Curse a Plague" -I...
