Cabin 15

2 Minnie

June 10th, Minnie Williams

Besides warmth, Spring brings sports. Baseball, sailing, crew, etcetera. You'll know when the Spring days draws to an end when the days warm and the cheering ceases, replaced with lazy laughter beneath the hot sun.

But alas, not everyone has that luxury.

I had stumbled out of Mom's cabin about 5:00 AM today, wearing an oversized Yankee jersey and white Jean cutoffs. The cabin was about thirty feet away from Lake Oakwood, the center of this blasted camp.

"Minnie!" Tasha cried and rushed over to me, her plastic blue whistle bouncing on and off her yellow Camp Williams Head Councilor t-shirt. A t-shirt that I will defiantly be wearing in three short summers.

"Tasha!" I said, mimicking her tone of voice. Tasha had given me her overly famous scowl and glanced at her clipboard.

"You were supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago." She said. Hey, every future champion Olympic gold medalist needs their beauty sleep, right? "Go help with the sign." Tasha said and tapped her pen impatiently against the clipboard.

Although I sure didn't look like it, (hence the nickname Minnie) I was really strong. And fast. And flexible. That usually put me in stuff like this, lifting up a gigantic banner the size of a tree saying Welcome Campers!

Jason, my nearly identical cousin (but he was uglier then me) laughed as he saw me trudge over.

"Still up for that soccer match later?" He asked to me. I flashed him a toothy smile and he gagged, which ended with me punching him.

"Oh, you bet your horrible tennis skills that I'm ready." I said. 'Cause no one ever beats me at anything. Ever. Jason said something in response, but I got distracted when someone yelled at me "look out!" A moment later, the wooden sticks supporting the weight of the banner came tumbling down and landed smack on my left foot.

I screamed bloody murder.

The banner toppled backwards and landed with a splash into Lake Oakwood while I crumpled onto the grass and howled in pain. No! I might lose the soccer match with Jason because of my stupid foot! What if I broke it and I have to sit out for gaga ball and tennis and sailing and soccer and hiking and...

"Can someone walk Minnie to the nurse!" Tasha yelled and everyone quickly volunteered. You could say I was popular here.

I head the scrunching of grass as someone bent down. I huffed when I saw Jason's tan face. "C'mon mouse." He said, using his infamous nickname for me. "Let's go before you die."

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I dragged my injured foot across the sleek wooden floors of the nurses cabin. Glenda, the overly bubbly nurse, poked her head out and smiled. She had curly pitch-black hair and dark skin, topped off with a pair of deep brown eyes.

"Minnie, hurt yourself already? Camp doesn't start until tomorrow!" She clucked and I restrained the urge to lunge at her. She came out and gently pressed my leg, asking me how it felt. I answered her and put my long blonde hair into a ponytail, wincing as I ran my fingers through the knots and tangles.

It ended up being okay, just a little sore. She still bandaged it up and put ice to it, telling me to keep little pressure on it. I just nodded and headed to the cabin I would be staying at. I claimed the top bunk in the corner, one of the only ones that had a window. I stared at the seven empty bunks and smiled. The winners of the annual Camp Williams games this year will finally be my cabin, Cabin Fifteen.