Camp Rosanna (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 4 - Vince

"Vince, what are you even doing?"

I turned around, breaking my sincere concentration. I knew who was talking to me from the start; Tobias Relie (even though his nickname is Tobi, and nobody ever calls him Tobias). He's one of my best friends, and my camp friend from last year.

"Not now, Tobi."

"No, seriously, what are you even staring at?"

"These boxes."

"Uh, yeah, I knew that much, Vince. What is it about the boxes that you're staring at?"

"Help me look for something strange," I requested. "There can't just be a stack of broken-down cardboard boxes taking up a wall of this room for no reason." There has to be something else."

Tobi sighed. It was a long sigh. "Vince," he said slowly. "You're not still trying to uncover that, are you? That was last year."

"Tobi, you know as well as I do what I'm doing, because I know that there's something about this campus that they're trying to hide. Think about it. A place where people like us, who have powers that could potentially get someone killed, is going to have its secrets."

Tobi rubbed his forehead with his hand. "Okay, fine, whatever. I guess I see logic in your words," he responded. "But only when you're really onto something with this 'secret' thing, and only then, will I come and help you."

I smiled. "You're the best, Tobi."

He shrugged. "I know."

Then, I heard another voice. "Alright, everyone, get with your cabin groups and follow your councilors, they'll lead you to your cabin."

"Oh, come on," I cried frustratedly. I wasn't done inspecting the strange wall of boxes. "Oh, well... There'll be other times, I guess..."

Tobi and I, who are in the same cabin, walked beside each other talking about little sisters as we went with our cabin group, which was only three other people; our cabin councellor, Soren, and two other boys who I don't recognize. I'm used to having a small group; Cabin 8, the cabin I'm in, is usually super small. The other cabins usually have at least nine people in them, but Soren said that the most people he's ever seen in Cabin 8 was seven, when he came here.

"Follow me, you four," he instructed, beginning to walk out the door after there wasn't so much traffic out the doorway. Tobi, the other two boys and I obediently followed him. Tobi was already striking up a conversation with one of our cabin-mates. There's Tobi for you; friendly all around.

I glanced over at the lake that the camp was built beside as we pass it by. I have my eyes fixated on one spot near that lake; the canoe racks. Canoeing is one of the activities at this camp and, appropriately, there are some canoes tied onto some wood on a field near the lake.

But, I'm looking at one rack in particular. One that separates itself from the others. That's because this rack has been torn up from the ground, and the wood logs that the canoes would normally be tied to are lying on the ground, one of them having been torn in half. The canoe that was once on that rack has been torn many times over, and all that was left of it was a small piece of the middle. According to Soren, it's been that way for a while; since the last year he went there. If my math is correct, that means it's been like this for 5 years, considering that he said it was three years between his last year at camp and his first year as a councellor, and it was like that last year.

This really bothers me. Why haven't they fixed it yet? Are they just gonna leave it like that? See, I know there's something about this camp. Something strange, something they're trying to hide. As I said before, a place where people with potentially lethal abilities all band together is really sketchy. I'm taking it upon myself to uncover the secrets of this place.

"Vince? Are you coming?" Soren's voice snapped me back to reality as I realized that the group was already a couple feet ahead of me.

"Sorry," I cried quickly before running up to catch up to them. There'll be plenty of time to sleuth around this month. For now, I guess I should just focus on getting to my cabin.

But, as we approached the doors, I made a promise to myself. I promised myself that I won't give up until I find out what this place is hiding. And for those who know me, they know that I always keep my word.