Time Heros

Real-Henry

Chapter Two

 For the rest of the afternoon I was zombie like. I manned Station B and pointed campers in the direction to whatever activity they were heading too. I constantly thought of telling my oldest brother, Tad, what had happened. Tad, though, was such a blather mouth the whole world would know before the end of the week. Even if I didn’t fully believe in Area 51-and who did, that’s 20th century stuff- I had heard enough tales to scare me into silence.

The intercom above me crackled to life. “All campers,” it said, “please report to the dining hall for supper. That includes my wonderful niece and nephews, someone will come to replace you.”

I shook my head at my uncle Jeff. Growing up he had been a constant in Tad, Mickey (my older brother), and my life. Where my parents were dotty, forgetful explorers, Uncle Jeff was a solid rock- even if camp time did leave him a bit strung out.

 “Hey, I’m here to give you an, um, break…” said a voice from the employee door.

 I looked to see some guy- maybe eighteen-years-old, brown eyes, blackish hair- standing there. His nametag read “Henry.”

  “Ah, so you’re the one who got sick on me! Feeling any better?” I asked.

Henry blushed. “Y-yeah,” he said. “It was only a stomach ache. Must have eaten something that didn’t see eye-to-eye with me. Sorry ‘bout dropping out, by the way.”

 I tried to look unconcerned and waved my hand.

 “No prob. So, do you know how to operate this?” I asked eying the control panel.

Real-Henry nodded.

 I smiled. “Should be an easy first time. Not many people come through after supper. They mostly go to bed.”

 “Kind of early for bed, don’t you think?” Henry teased gazing at the clock. It read five o’ clock. Dinner was over at seven.

 “Well,” I amended, “they go to their rooms to play on the port-screens and have some down time before lights out.”

Henry smirked, “Gotcha.”

I smiled weakly. “Yep, well best be going, Have a good night Henry.”

 I began to leave when Henry’s voice stopped me.

 “Did you hear any strange clicks, Sophie?”

I looked him straight in his eyes and lied, “No Henry, I did not.”

My tummy growled and I left to go eat supper with my family. I didn’t expect what would happen after I left. Nor did I expect to ever meet John again.

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A:N// This is my thirdish story! Please, like or comment. Also I shall try to update every few days now that school's out for the summer.