Bewitcher

4

Mud. All I can see is mud. All I can feel is mud. All I can taste is mud (ok that is a bit gross, but...). All I can smell is mud. All I can say is "mud". Ok, that last one is a lie. I have actually been complaining nonstop for the past 4 hours. 4 hours of torture that I will never get back. My whole body aches; I am so unaccustomed to this much physical activity! Muscles I didn't even know I had are burning, my feet are dragging and all I want is bed. Food then bed. All I had this morning was a slice of brown toast. Brown. Toast. That's it. Not even any butter or jam!
Ridiculous. Honestly
Are you confused?

Yeah, me too. I'm just a tad puzzled about how I got myself into this situation...

This morning, 9:00am
"Get your lazy butt out of bed, girl! Five minutes to get ready!" Came a voice through the slot in my door.
That woman will be the death of me, I swear.
"Coming!" I call back

Five minutes later, Zahvahnah comes into the room to see me in the change of clothes I luckily had in my school bag: a sparkly hot pink crop top that shows off my belly and a pair of black tight Lycra shorts. I put on my superstars again because I don't have anything else.
Zahvahnah raises a perfectly done eyebrow.
"You're wearing that? No. Not happening. Just wait a second..."
With that she disappears, and she reappears soon after with the dreaded black leather rucksack. She chucks it at me and walks out.
I slowly open the bag, ready for some terribly out of fashion clothes.
I'm right. Inside I find a pair of grey cotton knee length shorts, a midnight blue hoodie and baggy orange tshirt with the same boots at the bottom.
I reluctantly put the hideous clothes on and then walk out to find Zahvahnah leaning casually on the doorframe. When she sees me, she grabs my hand and tugs me along. "Come on, let's get doing!"
"Wait, I have to shower with my peppermint body lotion and dry myself with my polar bear towel and curl my hair and do my mascara and lipstick and eyeshadow and winged eyeliner and..."
"Forget it kid. Learn the hard life" Zahvahnah cuts me off.
Rude much?! I think
She continues to drag me out and we leave the white building. I feel a cool breeze on my face. And then Zahvahnah says the fatal words...

"Training time!"

So we're back to mud. And mud. And more mud.
Basically my 'training' is trekking through mud and brambles and poo and mud and nettles and rain and more mud. I'm drenched from head to toe. Not just because I'm sweating like a pig but because the rain is doing a good job of soaking me too.
"Now for the best bit! After this we will go in to lunch and then spend the afternoon and evening training. Bed will be at 10:30 tonight because we will be doing some night activities."

Hallelujah to lunch but bed at 10:30? Seriously? I mean what happened to the late night movies and popcorn while snuggling up with whatever muscly man decides to come over to mine that night? I get the feeling that won't be happening here.

And I should have known. While I've been lost in thought Zahvahnah has been leading me to a big lake with a layer of algae growing on it like a green blanket. And you won't believe it. There was a rope with a knot on the end attached to the tree on the other side and on a loop at this end to keep it here. And of course I'm gonna have to swing. On the rope. Above the disgusting lake. Great.

Zahvahnah gives me a push, confirming my thoughts. Oh boy. This is going to be fun. I make my way to the rope and straddle it awkwardly. This is it really my cup of tea, but Zahvahnah smirks at me, as if sensing my discomfort, and unhooks the rope.

A feeling of utter weightlessness takes over my body and I'm suddenly enjoying myself. The rain has slowed, the sun is at least making an effort, and the ever present optimism of Zahvahnah is rubbing off on me.
"How'd you like it? This is one of my favourite things to do here at camp SBT!" She calls
I twist around on the swing and give her a double thumbs up.

Let's just see if any of you figured it out.

I did a double thumbs up.

On a rope swing.

Recipe for disaster.

The next thing I know, my hair has been coated with a layer of silt and horrid green algae and I'm even more drenched, now in the dirtiest water imaginable. I scream and wade to the side where Zahvahnah waits, her face bright red with the effort not to laugh. I don't know why she is struggling to keep it in. I couldn't possible get any more humiliated than this. Just thank goodness that someone else didn't see me...

"That was great!" A familiar voice yells. Oh. My. God. SERIOUSLY!? Of all the people, the rust headed boy who throws deadly items out of his hands had to be the one who saw me fall?!
I scream in frustration and push past Richie and a sniggering Zahvahnah. I'm desperate to snap "What's so funny? Do you want a hug then?" But my teeth are chattering too much and I'm shivering uncontrollably so I just make my way to the white compound again for some hot chocolate.
If this place even has hot chocolate.
Well, here's hoping...

Another chapter up! Yaaaaasssssss!!!
Hope you all liked it and I'll try not to take so long next time for an update!
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Oh and also I know this is a bit boring at the mo but don't worry when we get past the first bit of training there is a cool second part!