Christian Love

Chapter 2

Once I had chosen my bunk and dropped off my stuff, I met my bunk mate, Mark.

'Um, Is that going to be your bunk?" He asked in a sky voice. He was a little shorter than I was, and he was a skinny boy. about 95 pounds if I took a guess. He looked a little antisocial.

"Yeah, this is going to be my bunk." I hold out my hand "Im Dan, It's good to meet you!" He looked at my hand like it was poison, and slowly put his hand to mine, and we shook. He looked a little scared

"Hey uh.. If you're afraid im going to hurt you, im not, I don't roll like other people. If you have a problem, come to me. Ok?" After I said that he looked relieved, and nodded

"Ok. This is my first year here, do you mind showing me around? I don't want to go alone..." He asked me. I looked at him in remorse, I went through the same thing when I was 9, and my only friend was my counselor until Wednesday, when I met some friends. I opened up then.

"Yeah, I can show you arou- OOF" I said as he tackled me in a bear hug, for a kid his size, he was really strong

"Thank you!" He said, then looked at me, and realized how akward it was, and let go and blushed

"Uh.... ok.... Thats fine, just don't do it in public ok?" He nodded and smiled.

"Yea.... Sorry about that... You're my first friend.... Im not treated right at home... But thats not to talk about. It's only Sunday, we have until Friday. Come on, I need some food!" he said as he grabbed my arm and pulled me outside, like, literally pulled me. He grabbed me and dragged me like a teddy bear. I got to my feet and got him to let go of me, and I showed him everything at camp. The pool, the Tabernacle (he said he already knew about it),The Rec Room and Mess Hall. He was excited about every little thing. And he would laugh at the memories I have of one certain place of time, Because every year I do something stupid, something that makes memories for everyone, but last year I announced it would be my last year of stupidity, and did the dumbest thing I could think of:

I jumped in the lake. Just in my boxers. The leeches swarmed to me and I had to go to the hospital due to blood loss. When My parents arrived, I was bombarded wish questions and possible punishments. But after awhile they calmed down, and started to laugh about it, because of all the red circles on my body. It looked like I had the chicken Pox. One I had told him that story he was on the floor laughing, literally, once he got up and wiped the tears away, I had brought him over to my group of friends. They were Zach, Ariel, Jordan, and "Raven" as one of my friends liked to be called. After I said a few hellos, I noticed Mark had moved to the back and sat down by a tree, and put his hood up, he reminded me of the Grim Reaper. I came over and kneeled

"You ok dude?" I heard a slight Sniffle, and saw him crying a little

"Are you going to leave me?" he said, I sighed and stood up, and put my hand down for him to grab

"Now unless you want me to" I said. He looked up and I saw relief in his face, and he grabbed my hand and I helped him up. I brought him over under my shoulder, and introduced him. Everyone greeted him nicely, and he opened up to everyone, pretty soon he was talking about his life and stuff. After awhile my dad came over and pulled me aside

"I'm gonna get going, it's getting pretty late" He said "Now no jumpin into the Lake ok? I don't want to have to go to the Emergency room again" We both chuckled at the memory

"Trust me dad, My days of camp stupidity is over. Don't expect something unless it was on accident" He nodded and padded my back, and walked to the car and drove off. I watched the car drive into the sunset, and walked back to my friends, who were all talking to Mark, not even noticing my absence. Mark must have been telling something cool, because he had everyone's attention.