Camp Crush - Wenclair

☠︎ one.

I sat at an office chair at the front desk of Jericho's summer camp, Camp Jericho. My mind was foggy and gloomy as always as I tapped my fingers against the front desk. I know what you're thinking, Wednesday Addams working at a summer camp? I would exactly predicted myself working at a crummy summer camp instead of a morgue. I would much prefer to work in a morgue, I liked the atmosphere of death and blankness as dead people were all around. Jericho's summer camp was more like a unicorn vomited everywhere. But life was cruel like being beheaded with no say in it.

"Cheer up, Wednesday! The suns only going to get sunnier from now on." My former and current principal, principal Weems, pushed open the main door of the main office. into the office with a cheerful smile. She sighed with relief as she felt the air condition hit her. I rolled my eyes as I leaned back in my chair. How could I cheer up when my own parents made me work at the summer camp? I had to deal with kids all day. What made it worse was that my boss at camp was Weems. She always had an uneasy vibe. I'm not talking tarantulas hiding in your bed, I'm talking secret serial killer.

"That's easy for you to say." I let a gloomy sigh escape from my mouth. I had to work as Weems's assistant, I was also a general counselor. Being an assistant to Weems meant I was like a hamster doing everything to help her and the camp. It was as if she was too lazy to do anything without tasking me with something. I would love to see a day without her running the place, havoc would have happened not even five minutes after hearing Weems wouldn't come in that day. I would love to see if that ever happened, I'd finally like camp for a day.

Weems put a finger to her chin as she seemed to ponder or something. I raised an eyebrow at her, my face dull as always. She then smiled more as she thought of an idea. "I need you to deliver some camp shirts for the campers to the Barracuda area." She cheerfully told me to do another task, pointing to one box full of shirts. There was many other boxes too. I sighed once again as she mention the Barracudas. Campers were separated by teams by age to cause less commotion. The Barracudas were twelve and thirteen year olds, which meant they were the most annoying ones. They were the second oldest team in Camp Jericho.

   "Of course." I nodded as I stood up from my chair. It's not like I couldn't disobey. I'd be fired and my parents would get angry I was too much for another place to handle. Again. I walked over to my desk, taking sunglasses and my black sun umbrella. Weems furrowed hee eyebrow at the umbrella.

   "Wednesday, an umbrella is not needed for you today. You're not a vampire." Weems shook her head, her hands on her hips. I nodded, my back facing her as I gritted my teeth and placed the umbrella back. I picked up the box of camp shirts, pushing the back door open with my foot. The sun instantly made me feel slightly dizzy as I walked deeper into the summer camp. Campers seemed to stare at me like usual, intimidated by my presence. It wasn't every day you saw a person like me.

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After a couple minutes of walking and feeling the sun burn my skin slightly, I reached the Barracuda's area. It was a simple layout. A pavilion was placed smack dab in the middle of the area, with tables and chairs inside it. There was also a little clubhouse for the other Barracuda counselors nearby the pavilion. Cabins for the campers were scattered in the area. I immediately noticed which cabins were for campers and which were for counselors. You could tell the difference between camper cabins and counselor cabins because of how worn down one was. Usually, the campers one looked really flimsy from the idiotic stuff the campers did to it, while the counselor cabin looked completely spotless. It seemed more than half of the Barracudas surrounded one table in particular under the pavilion.

I sighed and carried the box to the pavilion, standing next to it instead of under it. I didn't want to step into the pavilion. It felt as if every time I went near it I broke out in acne days later. I put the box by my feet, taking the whistle that was around my neck and blowing it loudly to get the Barracuda campers and counselors attentions. I crossed my arms as everyone winced from the loud noise, it was pretty normal for me to score everyone with my whistle.

Everyone cocked their heads at me, everyone falling silent as they stare at me. A figure stood up from the table and quickly walked over to me. She looked a lot older than the Barracuda campers, she seemed to be a counselor since she also had a magnetic name tag on her shirt every counselor had, including me. I adjusted my sunglasses to get a good look at her. She was slightly taller than me. She had natural blonde hair that was dyed pink and blue at the end.

   "Hey! Are these the camp shirts for the campers?" The counselor smiled, her voice sweet and understanding. I managed to hide my disgusted face. I immediately recognized the counselor. Enid Sinclair. As known as the always smiling and over positive one. She would probably encourage a camper even if they tripped on a pebble.

   "Yeah, there should be enough for every camper. Every size is written down for each camper. Each camper's last name should also be on their own shirt." I informed, letting go of my whistle so it fell back to where it usually was on the string necklace. Enid nodded with a smile as she kneeled down, examining one of the camp shirts.

   "Wow! They're even cooler this year!" She exclaimed as she held up a shirt. It was an orange shirt with sponsors on the short sleeves. The words Camp Jericho were imprinted on the front of the shirt. And on the back of the shirt was a camper's last name. I rolled my eyes as I continued to cross my arms. Of course Enid had to say something overly positive. The shirts didn't even look that good. The color of orange of it made me want to hurl and dig my own grave.

   Enid put the shirt back inside the box, standing back up and looking at me. "Come on, you have to admit they're cool!" She grinned as she picked up the box, heading under the pavilion to put it on one of the tables. I still stood outside the pavilion, wanting my face to stay clear of breakouts. Enid took a clipboard and called the campers names to get their shirts. After a while, I started to walk away, the sun really starting to feel burning. I couldn't stand any longer bring baked by the sun.

"Wednesday, wait!" Enid's voice called out my name suddenly. I looked back at the pavilion. I watched as Enid ran over to me, slightly stumbling from her clumsiness. I put my sunglasses on top of my head to see her better. She chuckled at the fact she almost fell. "I've noticed you've been missing out on closing ceremonies lately." She put her hands on her hips, slightly annoyed.

I rolled my eyes, "Yeah, I don't really care for them. I don't like doing little sing along songs near a campfire while roasting marshmallows." I sighed. Did this airhead really think I would do camp singalongs every night? Enid then bantered a bit more about the importance of closing ceremonies and setting s good example.

I clenched my fists. "I don't think you know this, but I'm not just a counselor, I'm Weems's assistant too. And it seems you aren't. I have other jobs to do instead of stupid closing ceremonies." I coldly replied, irritated as I furrowed my eyebrows. Gosh, Enid was the most annoying counselor by far!

"Closing ceremony isn't stupid, Wednesday. It shows the importance of friendship!" Enid's usual positive energy started to wear down, her patience thinning. I scoffed, obviously not caring about the importance of friendship. Who did Enid think she was? Why couldn't she leave me alone and make her pointless friendship bracelets with the Barracudas?

"Go back to playing Go Fish with the Barracudas." I harshly said as I put my sunglasses back on my face, turning my back to Enid. That weirdo needed to be put in her place as the Barracuda counselor. I made a bitter face as I thought of Enid's talk about the importance of friendship. Why did she always rant about such idiotic stuff? I started to stroll walk back to the main building. I had a little more satisfaction in my head as I successfully pissed Enid off.

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