Camp Counselor

Chapter Three

The bus came to a stop and the
sound of cheering brought me further into consciousness as I realized I had somehow fell asleep on the bus. As I return to consciousness the smell of the bus also becomes conscious to me as I suddenly want to rush off this bus. I grab a few of my bags that I was able to bring on the bus with me, while the rest were on top of the bus with everyone else's bags. I mean am I the only one who knows how to properly pack? Everyone else only had 1-2 bags meanwhile I had to make multiple trips from the limo to the bus with all of my bags.

As I was stupid enough to take a seat all the way in the back I had to wait patiently for the other campers on the bus to get off first before I could. I was the last one on the bus as I struggled with the bags in my hand that I didn't dare to leave on the top of the bus, instead I had held the bus short as I argued with the driver to allow me to take my bags on the bus with me. He agreed finally which made me happy that he saw it my way, most people do.

As I stumbled off the bus I could've sworn the bus driver was laughing at me. He tried to do it discreetly of course but that was much beside the point, I mean the guts he had to enjoy my struggle instead of helping me? What is with these people?

Once I finally stumbled onto the ground I had to rearrange the bags in my hand to a more comfortable position as I patiently awaited for somebody to grab my bags off the top of the bus. I stood seemly patiently however my impatience was growing stronger as other campers began to climb to the top of the bus, receiving their own bags. As I watched the other campers do this I kept waiting for one of them to hand me my own bags but none of them did.

Just then a strange voice was heard from beside me. "Hello? What are you doing?" A guy with brunette hair and hazel brown eyes asked shyly.

I gave him a light smile. "I'm waiting." Is all I say and as the confused expression grows on his face I can tell he needs more details for a full understanding. "For someone to pass me my bags?" I clarify in a more snappy tone.

As my eyes travel down his appearance my eyes widen at his shirt. "You're a camp counselor? Great! My bags are the pink ones up there. You see?" I announce to him as I use my index finger and point to the remaining three bags on the top of the bus.

The counselor just chuckles causing me to travel my eyes back to his. "What?" I ask confused.

"Campers get their own bags, it's kind of a tradition of camping?" He informs me in a tone as if I should've known this.

I furrow my eyebrows together in aggravation. "Well I'm not a camper, Im a camp counselor." I announce to him in a proud tone as I try to straighten up my posture to receive the upper hand.

The counselor just laughs at me again which causes my blood to boil. The nerve! "All the more you need to make a good impression. Go get your bags and meet us at the camp hall, you'll be spending a lot of your time there. We will give you your cabin name and number and your campers listing." The counselor announced as he starts walking away from me, leaving me to get my own bags.

I could only give him a jaw dropping expression at how he had just spoke to me. If I was back home he would've never had the guts to say that to me, to expect me to grab my own bags! Hell if he even knew my name I'd have him running for the hills, I guarantee that. As I come to realization that nobody is going to help me with my bags I set down the ones in my own hands as I make my way to the back of the bus. I begin to climb up the ladder on the bus but my heels get in the way and I begin to get frustrated as I kick them directly off my feet.

This gives me a better access to the ladder steps as I can climb up much better. I manage to get on top of the bus I which I am quick to retrieve my bags as being up here caused my heart to pump fast inside my chest. I could feel my hands get sweaty as I grip tightly to the clutch of my suitcase and I'm quick to scurry off the bus, too quick. With my sweaty palms, my heart beating faster than usual, and my eagerness to get back to the ground I somehow missed the last step and I ended up dropping to the hard dirt ground. I laid flat on my back for a little bit as the impact took me by complete surprise. It was all his fault! He made me get my own bags, if he had just done the right thing then this wouldn't have happened.