The Summer Camp

His History Part One

When I wake up all the beds are made and back on the bunks. I sit up and stretch out the lump in my back. I sit there for a few minutes just listening to the sounds of the morning. I look around at the room wondering where everyone was. Why am I on the floor? I think to myself, then the events of last night rush into my mind. The date. The almost kiss. The screams. Mr.Chef coming to my cabin. Running into the lake after Jeremy. The tears. The sleepover. I don't notice I am crying till I feel a water droplet on my arm.

I wipe the tears away and stand up. I walk over to the bathroom with the clothes I plan on wearing today. I take a nice and long hot shower. When I get out I feel freshened. I put on some salmon pink short shorts, a blue undershirt and a white racer back shirt over top. I braid my hair to the side and don't bother with makeup. I put some socks on and my black high tops I brought with me. I look over at the clock by my bed. It reads 12:30. 

That explains why everyone was not in the cabin I think to myself as I lace up my shoes.

I open the door and take a deep breath of the fresh air. I take my time walking to the eating hall. When I get close I can hear the usual laughter and talk that lunch brings. I open the door and take a step in. When people see me they shush their friends and start whispering about me. They start pointing and talking in hushed voices.

People are watching me.

They are judging me as I walk past.

I walk over the the food area. I see Mr.Chef handing out food to the other campers. When he asks me what I want, he raises his head to see who he is talking to. When he sees it's me his eyes cloud over with an emotion I can't place.

"Morning Ella. How did you sleep?" He asks me in a soft voice, as if one wrong word would set me off.

"I slept fine thanks. I'll just have a grilled cheese." I ask nicely. He walks over and gets it. As he hands it to me he says.

"Jeremy is in the medi-cabin. He has been asking to see you all morning. Please go and see how he is doing. He refuses to talk to anyone but you" Mr. Chef says with a concerned tone in his voice. It is barley there but it is all the same. He puts my sand which in a brown bag along with a bowl of soup and a few cupcakes.

"Take the soup to him. He hasn't eaten anything. He is one stubborn bastard." Mr. Chef says with a humorless laugh."

I grab the bag of food and walk to the drinks table. I grab four apple juice boxes. I put them in the bag. I start walking through the eating area again when the hushed whispers start again. I hold my head high and walk past them, not sparing them a glance. I almost make it to the door when a hand grasps my arm. It's Luke.

"Are you okay? I heard about what happened. Everyone is talking about it." He asks me.

"Just peachy. My boyfriend tried to kill himself last night after our first date and I don't understand why" I take a deep breath trying to control myself. Luke grabs my arm and pulls me to the side of the hall, out of earshot of the others.

"Look. Some of us stay here all year long. They bring teachers in so we get an education. Jeremy is one of them. And some of us are different. That's all I'm saying. It isn't my place to tell you. Go ask him. Please." He asks his eyes showing the emotion of sorrow, pain and regret, I'm guessing from the unknown past I have yet to learn about.

"Fine. I will go and ask him about what happened, but if I decide to leave the camp after you can't blame me. This was supposed to be a fun vacation away from my father and his pet cow. Instead I get a boyfriend who tried to kill himself, friends who don't talk to me anymore cause I tried to save him, and the only people who talk to me are the camps chef and a old teenager who is supposed to be causing trouble, not worrying about some little girls emotions." I take another deep breath after my mini rant. He looks taken a back.

"I never knew you thought that. I think of you as my little sister. I don't want you to get hurt. Don't ask why, I just feel this need to help you. Now go before you can't visit him anymore. Visiting hours are over in a few hours. If he will tell you what I think he will, you will need all the time you can get." After he said that, he spun me around and gently shoved me out the door. I take my time on the short walk to the cabin. The walk is almost peaceful. I enjoy the sound of nature around me. But all to soon, I stand outside the cabin. I open the door and breath in the smell of cinnamon. I walk over to Amy greeting her with a smile.

"Hey Amy! I was wondering if I could see Jeremy?" I ask with a smile.

"Of course sweetie!" She says pointing me down the hall. I take slow steps, mentally preparing myself for what might come.

"Stop saying that stuff.... I tried alright! I did what you asked for once and it didn't work. It won't work again because now I'm being kept under heavy watch by the staff. I heard them talking about it.... Don't call me that! I tried so stop nagging me!!" I hear him yell, some breaks between, making me believe he is talking to someone but when I open the door I only see him on his bed, his eyes screwed shut in concentration, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead

*Edited February 28, 2016*