(𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝐗 𝐅. 𝐎𝐂)
❝I guess you aren't as much
of an asshole as I thought.❞︎
AS A FIRST YEAR COUNSELOR,
Celia Smith thought she'd only
have to deal with a petty turf
war, not feelin...
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CELIA WAS STANDING beside Tommy, trying not to fall on the floor as she imagined how draining the day would be. It was the Color War, and the campers were extremely pumped. Some even jumped up and down as the counselors began to explain the rules. Carry on Wayward Son by Kansas began to play loudly over the speakers, and it should have made the children quieter. And yet, the children were louder. Their excited screams echoed through the camp.
"Shadyside! Shadyside!" The kids wearing blue shirts chanted, huddled around the counselors who cheered them on. To their right, Kurt was giving a speech to the Sunnyvale kids. Something about his pride and how big it was, and how much Shittyside sucked. So, the usual. Nothing to miss there.
Tommy calmed their excitement, "Alright, alright, alright! Now remember, keep at least three defenders by this all the time. Alright? And who's the jailer?" One of the boys named Jeremy raised his hands, "OK, Jeremy, you may be the most important player in the," Tommy blinked slowly, his vision glossing over suddenly as he stared off, "Uh... in the..."
Tommy was out of it, zoned out in a blink. Concern grew in Celia's chest and she moved closer to him. "Tommy?" Celia asked, nudging his arm slightly. He turned to her in surprise, wide eyes. She moved a little closer, observing his face as she quietly questioned, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, are you okay, Mr. Slater?" Tommy inquired, making Tommy turn to him, suddenly regaining all consciousness.
"Yeah, I'm... I'm good. Um..." His mood was suddenly back, and he offered the flag to the campers, "Why don't you guys get started? Plant the flag. And I'll be right behind you. Okay? Let's go, Shadyside! Come on!" He clapped as the Shadysiders began to move away from him.
The children began to chant as they left, flag in hand, "Shadyside! Shadyside! Move, move, move!" Once the kids were gone, she turned to her friend expectantly.
Tommy sighed as he turned to Celia, a worried expression on his face, "Oh, man. My head is throbbing. She must have got me pretty good. Mary's stronger than she looks."
"You wanna rest?" Celia offered, trying to get a look at his head. She couldn't see any wound, which was surprising from how hard it sounded like he had hit it on the floor, "I can take over."
