Camp Hazelbrooke

Chapter 4

See, when you first meet people, you get to know them and such but you don't learn everything about them right away.

At least, that's the case for almost everyone I've ever met.

However, it was times like this when I really wish that I learned a lot about a person I just met.

Specifically, Aaron Randolph.

And if I had known more about him, we wouldn't have wound up in the middle of a meadow in the middle of nowhere.

Once I tell you what happened, you'll understand what I mean.

Now, most people aren't the best with directions and I completely understand if you make a few wrong turns here and there.

I might laugh at you, but I get it.

But Aaron (God bless his soul) is an exception.

He got us lost from the very second we stepped outside the pavilion.

How?

I don't have a damn clue.

I don't know if he's blind or just really stupid, but he was oblivious twenty-bagillion signs scattered around every nook and cranny, all pointing towards the camper's cabins.

Slow clap, everybody, slow clap.

And Gwen, being the good friend that she is, tells me not to tell him about the signs.

I just think she didn't want him to complain till the end of time that he could have found the way there himself.

Also, I was beginning think he was oblivious to the hundreds of campers flooding towards the 20 buildings on the far side of the field.

Cough dumbass.

So here we are, standing in the middle of a meadow, completely lost, all thanks to a certain somebody.

"Aaron!' I wined as he led us in yet another circle. 

"Calm down Miss Winey Pants, we'll be there soon enough," he said while scanning the horizon.

I turned around to see Gwen snickering at Aaron.

"Should we tell him?" I whispered in her ear.

"Eh, probably," she whispered back.

Before I could say another word, Gwen screamed, "Aaron! It's this way you dumbass!"

And with that she grabbed my hand and began running back the way we came.

As I stumbled to catch up with her, I glanced over my shoulder to see Aaron running at top speed towards us, shouting curse words at our fleeing backs.

I laughed as I pushed my legs faster and faster, which was becoming increasingly hard thanks to the bags draped over my shoulders.

"Stupid bags," I muttered as one of my many pieces of luggage plummeted to the ground. 

I quickly swiped my hand out and snatched the strap of the bag and continued to sprint after Gwen.

I could hear her breathing from a good 5 feet away, so I knew she was getting tired too.

When we finally neared camp I was completely exhausted. 

The instant my legs stopped moving I dropped to the ground, my bags spilling everywhere.

I played on my back and closed my eyes, and not even a second later I heard Gwen do the same. 

I could see the rays of sunlight through my closed eyelids in a haze of yellows, oranges, and reds, until suddenly they disappeared. 

I opened my eyes and the outline of a boy with blond hair appeared above my face.

The figure chuckled, "Spencer? What are you doing?"

Oh my God it's Hunter. Hunter!

Instantly, I sat up and his forehead collided with mine; the sound of the collision ricocheting through my head.

"Jesus, Spencer! I didn't know you had such a hard head!" He cried stumbling backwards.

"Yeah, and I didn't know you fucking don't know what personal fucking space is," I grumbled as I heard Gwen chuckled beside me.

"Watch your language, Spence," she said as she sat up next to me.

I shot her a look. 

Spence?

The fuck?

She laughed at my expression.

I shot Hunter an apologetic smile and mumbled, “Sorry 'bout that."

He laughed and boy, did it sound sweet. Angelic, you could even say.

I was pretty sure my face was bright red by now.

Gwen then stood up, motioning for me to follow her lead.

"So, what cabin are you in?" She asked Hunter just as Aaron reached us.

Hunter glanced at him before replying, "Cabin 20b. How about you three?"

Out of nowhere, Aaron spoke up. "It looks like I'm with you then."

"Well, we're in cabin 20a," I said as I picked up my bags.

Hunter and Aaron bent down at the same time to help me collect my stuff, shooting each other nasty looks.

Am I supposed to be getting this? Help a girl out please!

-

Later that night I played on my bed, attempting to sleep but failing miserably.

The snores of my roommates- no cabin mates- had been keeping me awake for hours now. 

Oh, you're wondering who my cabin mates are?

Trust me you don't want to know.

But I guess I should probably tell you who they are.

So there are 5 girls in our section of the cabin (there is a door going to a conjoined bathroom area and then another door that leads to the boy's room). 

It's Cheryl and Natalia. 

Whoopdee fucking doo.

There is also a girl named Carmen, whose name I had an extremely hard time figuring out.

She didn't talk to a single person since we got back to the cabins after dinner.

Not to mention she kept sending me death glares for no apparent reason.

Bitchy much?

Anyway, before Gwen, Aaron, and I parted our separate ways (to go to "sleep"), I was informed by none other than Mrs. Man(cini) herself that we had to be up by 8 am.

8 AM.

8 o'clock in the fucking morning.

Fuck my life.

So here I am, attempting to fall asleep, in an uncomfortable bed, in an uncomfortable room, stuck in my uncomfortable life.

That makes me sound like a ray of sunshine, don't you think?

No? I didn't think so.

I stared up at the ceiling, wishing that I could be asleep already.

It was like someone had been listening to me, because as soon as I flipped onto my side, my eyes became drowsy and I felt myself begin to nod off.

Seconds later (or was it minutes?) I was asleep, dreaming of a place far, far away from this dreaded camp.