Camp Caniver

Chapter 2

"Rule 13: No skinny dipping in the lake! Rule 14: No fishing unless it is a group effort with a counselor present!" I stand with the camp counselors as Head Frye reads all of the rules to everyone. No this and no that. I think this place might drive me insane. One of the rules is no food past eight. Honestly, I believe they are trying to torture us, and by the looks on most of the campers faces they agree with me. 

We all stand silently while he makes sure we have every single rule lodged into our brains. Soon a few counselors come around and hand us all T-shirts with Camp Caniver written in big print on them. Head Frye loudly explains, "These shirts are permitted to be worn by each and everyone of you on Wednesdays. If you do not have it on on Wednesday, a counselor will be forced to badger you about it for the rest of the day or until you decide to put on the shirt." 

A small red head girl raises her hand. All eyes turn to her, "Um, " She says in a squeaky voice, "How will we know what day it is? Do we get calenders or something?"

"Very bad question if I may say so myself, but there is a calender pinned up in every cabin. Any more questions?"

Once the few people that had questions get them all out of their systems, we are released to settle into our cabins. I'm put in the girl counselor cabin while Kay is off to where ever she was assigned. I drop my bags down onto my bed. While I'm looking through it, someone taps my shoulder. I spin around to see a nice, dark skinned, curly haired girl standing before me. 

She sticks out her hand, "Hey, I'm Brook. It seems like you're new to counseling here."

I meet my hand with hers to accept her nice gesture. "Yeah, someone offered me the job so I thought, why not."

She moves around awkwardly, "Welp, I would love to show you around the place sometime."

''Oh, that'd be awesome," I say in one of the most cheery voices I can muster up, "How about now? I could go grab my friend and we cou-"

Brook cuts me off, "Nah, don't go bother her because some of the things I'll show you are Counselor only." She smirks. 

I nod my head as a signal that I understand, ''After you." I hold my arm out in the direction to the cabin door." She walks off and I follow.

The moment we step foot out of the log-made home I see teens running around throwing footballs. That's mostly the guys though, the girls are just yapping away. 

Brook guides me through the crowd to a lodge I hadn't noticed before. "What's this." I instinctively whisper. 

''This, my friend, is the councelor's lounge. Sort of like a teacher's lounge, just for counselors." We step in and I am taken by surprise when I feel cool air hit my body. Air conditioning. That's something I didn't expect on this trip. When I look up, air conditioning is the least best thing about this lounge. I see a flat screen TV, Foosball table, beautiful couches and bean bags. This isn't just a lounge, it's heaven.

Brook must've noticed my surprised expression because she says, "And that's not the best part." She grabs my hand and pulls me to another part of the room. I feel my eyes tearing up when I see a pantry filled with snacks and a fridge. I open the fridge to see it packed with soda, juice and many other foods. 

"This is probably the best camp ever... Now I know why camp counselors are so happy." We laugh.

"What's so funny?" an unrecognisable voice asks. Both Brook and I turn to the voice. We see two boys with bags of chips and sodas in their hands. 

Brook screams, "Hey, you two aren't allowed in here!"

She starts towards them but the curly haired one yells, "Lou, let's go!" And they run off. Brook doesn't even bother chasing them and I stand there in shock. 

She turns back to me, "I just hate it when stupid guys sneak in here and steal stuff.'' 

I stutter out, "Yeah... Um, I gotta go, see ya later." With that, I jog out the cabin. I don't know why I left or where I want to go, but I'm going. 

I try my best to dodge the ball that are being thrown back and forth. Keeping my eyes on the balls to avoid getting hit, I bump into someone. I immediately blurted, "Oh my gosh, sorry. I didn't mean to knock you." I finally make contact with the guy I bumped. He has Hazel eyes and tan skin.

He puts his hand on my shoulder, "It's alright, but you're gonna have to help me pick these up.'' He points the ground where a bunch of small round balls are scattered.

I get on my knees to start picking the weird balls up. I couldn't help but ask, "What are these anyway?" 

"The black haired boy holds one up, "BB's'' he states simply. 

"Wow, you mean for like a Bee Bee gun?" I'm shocked they let you bring guns.

As if he could hear my thoughts he points out, "They don't let you bring the gun, that's why I have to have someone sneak it in for me."

"How?" Now I'm just curious.

"Tonight my friend is gonna drive up and give me the gun when everyone is sleeping." I make a seems-legit face and he adds, "But don't tell. I don't want anyone ratting me out for having a gun."

"No worries." I smile as I get up because all the BBs are put back in his little bag. 

I almost walk away until he suggests, "You seem cool. You should come hang out with me and few of my friends."

I sigh, "Guess I will; I have nothing better to do." With a smirk clear on his face he holds out his arm. Giving in, I link mine with his and he leads me to where ever him and his friends are supposed to hang out. I can't believe how fast people can make friends at camp. Everybody here must have great social skills.

During the walk to their spot I spot Brook but decide to leave her be. This guy probably wouldn't even want me to hang out with him if he knew I was a counselor like Brook. Now that I think about it, I don't even know his name and I don't think calling him, this guy for the rest of the summer would be nice.

"You never told me your name." I conclude in the nicest way possible. 

He looks down at me and informs, "The name's Zayn Malik. What about you?" 

"Eve." I tell him.

"Last name." Wow I don't give out my last name to just anyone but since he gave me his.

"Kent."

He must've heard me wrong because he question, "Like the doll?"

"No, Ken with a T at the end." I correct.

He snickers, "I heard you right, I was just kidding." I start puffing up my cheeks with air, trying to hide my embarrassment. "Here we are." 

I deflate my cheeks and see the same boys that were taking food from the councelor's lounge. My mouth hangs open.

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yay chapter 2!!!! i LOVE LOVE LOVE all the votes and comments i got on the last chapter so if we could just keep tht up it would be great and also tell me how im doing. oooo you know what would be fun leave a comment of your fav charector so far. i know there arent many but i'd still wanna know. and hope ur glad this chapter is waaay longer than my last i may even try to make it longer for next time

~Reta