Windswept (completed)

Chapter 87: Skylar's POV

After the much dreaded "Logs" was over, I began doubting my chance of a good camp session. I also wondered what had happened last year. Honestly, trying to keep information just made children want to have it even more, so why try? Er... not just children considering the fact I wasn't a child anymore. Yikes, I'm never going to get used to being a teenager. Well, maybe not when I still think yikes, that's for sure.
After Logs was mail call, where you got letters and packages from your parents. It was weird that they did mall call on the first day, but I understood that they did it all three weeks. Apparently your parents could drop off gifts called care packages at the camp office assigned a day of the session and they would hand it to you that day. A lot more people got care packages than I would've thought, and I was very surprised to hear "Misty Blue" called. They handed her six presents. SIX? I didn't even think our foster care parents even cared after we left, much less give us six presents! She carried it back with a I-don't-even-know expression on her face. I thought maybe there were three for me in there and three for her and they just addressed it all to her so their wouldn't be as much hassle, until I saw six packages tied together, waiting. I wasn't sure how to react, as it may not have even been mine. I casually examined the surrounding kids and teenagers with their presents and cards. No sorry, attempted is a better word. I failed, and miserably at that. I just couldn't take my eyes off of the boxes. Finally it came to them. Everyone looked at the final presents. Whose were they?
"Brooke Reed." They called out. Oh no! Well, it's not your right to be jealous. Besides, you probably get three presents; is that not enough? Quit acting spoiled, I scolded myself. Brooke ran up and whispered something in the counselor giving out mail's ear
"Oh sorry, that was one of the senders' names, or whatever you call it. The recipient is actually Skylar Blue!" Yay! I hope Brooke didn't get all excited just to be disappointed.
"The next bell will ring in ten minutes, it signifies breakfast. You are excused." The head boy counselor said. Peyton walked us back to Cabin Twelve, my arms aching with the weight of my care packages. Even though it weighed me down, I didn't feel burdened. Not at all!