Camp Kris Kringle

Chapter 2

My stomach flipped, fear filled my eyes, and I felt like throwing up. Anger washed over me once more and I started to gather my stuff. I couldn't bear to look at her, because if I did, I'd lose it. I'd probably start to yell and scream at her if I never gave myself a moment to calm down.
I got out of our blue car with my bags and slammed the door shut. I couldn't stand being trapped with her any longer.
As I looked ahead, I saw two cabins, one was red, and the other was green. They were quite small, probably big enough to hold about 10 people. Turns out, it was made for 10 people. The camp councillor had come and filled us in on the details, like how there's twelve campers, 10 in each cabin. Soon, I lost concentration as she discussed with my mom her 'lovely' camp. The last words I heard were the councillor saying her name was Martha and that the camp was for teens (13-17).
I looked around and saw there were 4 buildings, the red and green cabins, the wooden chalet, and the bathrooms. There was a big sign that creaked over our heads that said 'Kris Kringle Campground'.
"May I look around?" I interrupted. Martha smiled. "Of course you can!" She said, her curls bouncing as she rocked on the balls of her feet. "I guess this is bye, then?" Mom asked leaning in for a hug, but I stopped her, said a quick bye, and stomped away. No way was I hugging her after she ruined my last year of Christmas in high school! I clenched and unclenched my fists as I stormed away. A few tears leaked down my face, but the further I got, the less frustrated I was. I wiped my tears away. My problems seemed to melt away as I looked at the gorgeous spruce trees and white snow.
Through the trees, I could see a big, beautiful, lake. And on every side, you could see big, blue mountains.
I walked into the bathroom first. Warmth kissed my cold cheeks as I stepped inside. I set my wet boots aside on the long rug and hung up my coat on the coat rack. I set my luggage aside except for my backpack. The entry was very small, but it was quite cozy. To my right, there was a cute little Christmas tree, and to my left, there were the boots and coats. The ceiling was covered in multicoloured lights and the walls were painted gold. The flour was made out of dark wood, and it was very clean and polished. The scent of pine wasn't too overpowering, nor too dull. It was perfect.
There was a narrow, four foot long hallway. On the right side there was a door and a cute, wooden sign on the top, just like the one at the entrance of the camp, except a lot smaller, that had the words 'boys' carved into it. On the left side, there was the same thing, a white door with a sign on the top, but this time, the word was 'girls'.
I stepped forward and was about to turn left into the girls bathroom, when the door on the right flew open. The hallway was probably about two feet wide, the doors an inch apart when both are opened, there for there was very little space to move. A tall boy walked out and WHAM!
The boy had walked right into me, and I started to fall backwards, just when a hand was placed on my back. I hadn't touched the ground, and the next thing I new, he started to pull me back up.
As he gently pulled me up, I saw his ocean blue eyes and brown hair. There were a few freckles on his nose and cheeks, and his skin was a tad paler than mine. He was wearing a grey hoody, blue jeans and sneakers.
"I'm so sorry!" The boy said, his voice deep. "I wasn't looking where I was going and..." He panted as he examined me too see if I was hurt. "I'm fine, don't worry." I said, as a reassuring smile creeped over my face. He gave me a look of guilt. "Are you sure? That was quite the hit." I nodded.
There was an awkward pause, as we fiddled. "I... I'm Justin." He stopped fiddling with his sweaters' string and held out a hand for me to shake.
"Samantha." I replied with a smile as I shook his warm hand.
"Well, I'm going to go see Martha and finish my registration papers. I guess I'll see you later then?" Justin asked as he put his boots on. "Ya, see you later." I waved as he walked out the door. When he was gone, I turned around and bit my lip. "Wow." I whispered as I walked through the girls' bathroom door. I gave myself a guilty smile.