Camp Counselor

Chapter Eight

I was woken up by someone loudly screaming my name and I hated every second of it. As I slowly yet forcefully peeked my eyes to a open I noticed that the cabin was still dark which meant it was still dark out side. I instinctively shut my eyes again as I rolled over in my bunk, threw my head into my pillow and grunted loudly as I mumbled something that was supposed to be "Go away." But I'm not so sure that what I said was even coherent to her.

That's when I felt the blankets being ripped from my body and the coldness of the bunk quickly bit at my exposed skin as I wore a blood red tank top and black pajama shorts with the National City logo on the sides of them. This made me even more angry as I blindly reached my hand up, searching for the blanket but came up empty handed. "Lena, get up." Kara was demanding but she still sounded amused at my struggle.

I'm not saying I'm not a morning person as I wake up with the first sign of the sun coming up, well maybe not the very first, but I still wake up early, just not this early where the sun hasn't even raised up the horizon a single bit yet. The cabin looks dark enough to where I wouldn't be surprised if it was midnight.

As I slowly came more into consciousness I attempted to speak again, this time my words came out more coherent, although they were still muffled as my face remained stuffed into my pillow. "Go. Away." I spoke each word sternly as they were part of their own sentence.

Kara chuckled amusedly. "Mumbling into a pillow while talking to someone doesn't exactly send a positive image onto the Luthor reputation you know." Kara states properly.

I groan one more time loudly as I turn my head from the pillow to the direction in which I heard Kara's voice coming from. I raised my eyes to meet Kara's as instinctively I glared at her ambition to wake up from bed so early and get dressed into workout clothes as if it was nothing. Yet again maybe it was nothing to her, she did seem abnormally used to it as every morning she was out of here by the time I woke up. "What are you doing Danvers?" I ask annoyed at her ambition and waking me up so early.

Kara just smiled at how I called her by Danvers and let that slide as she shifted her weight to one side and crossed her arms. I could see my blanket tossed on the ground beside her and I suddenly miss it. As thin as it was it surprisingly kept me really warm as nights in Vermont still got frequently cold. "We still have 4 more days of physical training and you need all the extra help with it you can get." Kara spoke. It surprised me of how careless she was about her choice of words and the desperation of just closing my eyes and going back to sleep sounded better than ever in this moment. That way I had a reason to ignore her carelessness.

"Better watch yourself, I may be extremely tired but I could still throw down." I warn her in a light threatening tone and this caused Kara to laugh. It was a careless light laugh that I think I may have even smiled at.

"I didn't mean it like that Lena, I'm just saying-" before Kara could finish I began to stir my way out of bed and I nearly stumbled to my feet. "I know, what you meant Kara." I assure her as I tread to my nightstand.

I pull out a blood red dress that matched my tank top along with a white shawl to go with it. I turned around to face Kara and saw that she was staring at what I picked out. "Lena..you uh..you can't work out in a dress." She informed me matter of factly.

I gave her a wide eyed look. "Seriously there's rules for working out?" I ask in disbelief as I found the matter ridiculous.

Kara gave me blank facial expression. "More like common sense." Kara stated in a laugh as she made her way to her own dresser. She began rummaging through her drawers and I watched as she pulled things out from it, but I couldn't see exactly what they were. She then turned around with the clothes clasped in her hand as she held them out for me to take. "Change into these and meet me outside." Kara directed me as I took the clothes from her hand.