Unnatural Multiverse Book 5

Camp Dexter

Friday after school, I packed my suitcase. I made sure that I got everything I need. Mom and Dad hoped that this experience would be great for me. Ruth and Houston had their suitcases packed for them. I felt a little jealous about that. Then I waited outside for the bus to come pick us up for the trip to Camp Dexter. I only knew about this camp since I had been spending summers there ever since I was five. At first I didn't want to go to camp, but with a little encouragement from my parents. I felt used to it. This is Ruth's and Houston's first time coming to camp. This is the last time we could come to camp before the winter break. We waited inside the house before somebody working at the camp could be seen walking up the street. "Good luck. And have fun." Dad told us. "See you until Sunday everybody." I told the parents. "Good luck." Mom expressed to us. "See you later." Ruth said with a worried tone of voice. "Bye bye." Houston contended.

The mist outside formed a blanket on top of the street's surface. The camp counsellor that was meeting us had the same kind of uniform on. The uniform had three green pine trees and a clear blue lake that is in front of them. I remembered seeing it from spending a summer week at this camp. I feel lucky being there since there were also people with disabilities that also go to this camp. I spotted the name tag. "Hello Fred. These must be your siblings." The camp counsellor pointed out. "They sure are Greg. This is Greg, he's the camp counsellor that's going to be working at camp for the weekend." "Hello." Greg spoke while waving his hand at Ruth and Houston. "Hi Greg. I'm Ruth." "And my name is Houston." "I like those names. Anyhow let's get to the bus. Some of the other campers are waiting for you." Greg conveyed to us. The counsellor had plenty of freckles on his nose. The nose was a bit small. His eyes were brown, and he has light skin with no hair on top. We followed him on our walk to the bus going to camp. The sky was a little bit blue. The sun was just about to set in the horizon. The bus doors opened as we got closer. The female bus driver smiled as we got on board. The vehicle was almost full. The only seats that were available for us to sit in were the two front seats on the right side of the bus. I sat down on the seat that was closest to the bus doors. Greg sat down next to me. He had a check list on a board. The camp counsellor checked it to make sure that everybody was on board. Our suitcases were stored on the luggage racks above. After doing a final check. Greg went to sit down next to me. He asked me how I was doing. I told him that I was doing fine. Ruth and Houston were a bit nervous on the inside. They were worried that their first trip to camp would be a disaster. I thought that they would be just fine. The bus pulled out of Action Avenue.

Houston and Ruth looked out from where they were sitting at. They felt sad that they were going to be missing Mom and Dad. I think that I could help them adjust at camp. The bus left the city. I didn't know if my younger brother or my sister was going to be scared about what they were going to be seeing at camp. I think that I could help them with teaching them about the different things that you could do at camp. The bus drove for some time. We were out on the highway. The bus turned off on a road that led off the highway. The sign stated that the two lane road turned onto the way towards Camp Dexter. Going to camp again, I wasn't sure about how I should feel about that. I know that back at school, and from my family, I learned that doing the same things over and over again would get pretty boring pretty quick. I don't know why that could be with autism. The bus slowly made its way through the wooded road. There were a few branches that scraped the roof of the bus. When I came to camp for the summer, I didn't remember the branches leaning a bit like this. Maybe there might have been something that happened to them since my last visit. I wondered how those branches might have been bent like that. Then the bus stopped at its destination. The dirt road stopped next to a big sign that arched over a walkway. The sign had the words "Camp Dexter" etched on it. Then I closed my eyes for only five seconds. I found myself in the same hospital hallway from my dream. I could hear the sound of a lady crying in pain. It was coming from the door with the number 36 on a metal plate. That dream was short lived as the bus came to a stop. Then I opened my eyes. Greg got up from where he was sitting on the bus. "Alright everybody. I will start helping those of you that have wheelchairs. Those who don't need to use the wheelchair ramps could get off at the steps. You have to get out of the bus from the first seat to the last." Greg went to help the wheelchair disabled. There were about six wheelchair bound people that were with us. The bus was designed to hold up to eight wheelchair bound people. I stood up from where I was sitting at on the bus. Then I went to the steps. When I got off the bus, I could hear the sound of a wolf howling. "Was that a wolf?" Houston queried. "It was. Let's be careful." I told him. There were two other camp counsellors that came as soon as I got off the bus. One of them had long black hair that stopped halfway past his shoulders. He had blue eyes and warm skin. His name tag on the left mentioned that his name was Thunder. A small pimple was on the top of his right side cheek.