Camp Counselor

Chapter Nine

I was in complete and utter disgust. My entire body was throbbing in pain. My eye lids were so heavy upon my eyes I struggled to keep them open. I could barley even keep my head up as I was drowning in drowsiness. Cat has seemed to be pushing us more and more and I really don't know how much more I could take of this. We had done a PT card activity in which all the cards had their own workout activity, such as for example the hearts were push ups. The spades were squats, diamonds were jumping jacks and so on and so on. So each card was 10 of the exercises and if it was a jack it was 15, Queen 20, king 25, and Ace was fucking 30. 30 goddamn push-ups.

Needless to say by the end of the day I felt completely drained and worn out to the point that watching Kara devilishly stalk her way over to me with a plate of hotdogs in her hands send me into a sense of utter disgust. The last thing that I wanted to do today was bite into a disgusting hotdog that was cooked on a stick. But as a Luthor I of all people should understand how important going through with a bet must be. Normally however I win the bets I make but today was not like that as I actually ended up losing. I should've known, Kara is damn quick.

But she also has a advantage in this as she probably knows the path like the back of her hand. There were so many turns and bumps to the point that I had to slow down in order to get around those road blocks, meanwhile Kara swiftly weaved in and out around the path, avoiding everything that could possibly of gotten in her way. If I didn't know any better I'd say she cheated. Moreso to my failing end of the bet, my sore body, the way I literally feel drained and disgusting, I grow more stressed at the realization that I won't even be able to sleep in tomorrow.

It's been 5 days here and so far every muscle in my body aches, I'm sleeping in a isolated cabin with Kara, everyone here is rude and they laugh at my inability to meet this camps ends, and I'm about to bite into a fucking wiener. This summer sucks! This camp sucks!

Kara finally makes her way towards me as she holds the plate out in front of me. I eye the plate in disgust before I meet her impatient eyes and she's ready to see me in the aftermath of her success. Kara smiles triumphantly as she takes a seat next to me and sets the now empty plate on the ground beside her feet. Winn comes by next with a bundle of sticks in his hands as he passes them out to all of us.

I hesitantly grab the stick from his hands as I watch carefully how Kara places the wiener on her own spear. I then look at my own supplies in my hand, the wiener in my left hand, the stick in my left and I eye them both carefully. Disgust fills me even more as I really don't want to go through with this and it's cruel that Kara is making me. I'm no vegetarian if that's what you're wondering, to be honest bacon is my favorite meal in the morning along with eggs but hotdogs were something I never messed with. They were always something I looked at in pure repulsion ever since I saw a video on how they were made, since then I've never even gotten close to one. Not until now that is as I am now holding one right in my line of vision, in my hand even.

I could feel Kara's eyes on me as she waits for me to mirror her, but I just can't bring myself to do it. I just can't go through with actually biting into a hotdog and chewing it, and swallowing it. Nope. Just thinking about that causes me to feel nauseous and I'm sure that my face was a pale green color now.

Just then I feel Kara leaning closer to my side as she speaks. "Lena, it's okay. You don't have to do it if you don't want to." She calmly speaks and I'm almost warmed by her genuine tone as she sounded caring.

She sounded a bit guilty even for daring me to do this. I turn my head into her direction as I drop my arms to my sides. "Then why'd you dare me to do it?" I ask confused. Just then I notice how most of the seats behind us are empty as nearly the entire rest of the camp are hovering around the fire, cooking their wieners.