Camping With Clifford.

I grabbed my last bag out of the trunk of my car pulling it towards the cabin number on my paper, I'm ready to spend the last two weeks of my summer in the warm weather teaching 13 year olds how to sing.

I've done this every year since i was 14, now being 17; 18 in September I've had the most fun at this camp, even as a camper myself. I'm Addison Lane and I'm from Cleveland Ohio, I go to a summer camp in Pennsylvania every year and i have since i was 11. I'm now a counselor and it's a lot of fun, not to mention music is a huge passion of mine so why would i not enjoy it?

I throw my third bag onto my bunk and start putting the sheets on it, two hours till the campers set up and I have a counselor meeting in 45 minutes, I'm getting anxious. As I finished my bag my phone beeped reading..

"Have fun hunny! love u, see u in two weeks!!

-mom"

she hates knowing I'm in a different state but enjoys having me away for a bit, i understand of course haha.

I typed back,

"I will, love you too!"

I pushed the plastic tub underneath my bunk, man did i bring a lot of clothes i thought to myself. I plugged my phone charger into a wall and plugged my phone into it, i decided to lay down for a few minutes until the meeting; I'll need the rest. Thirteen year old girls don't sleep much at camp and I'm the only counselor in this cabin, wish me luck.

-45 minutes later-

I awoke, it must already be 15 minutes into the meeting because it's now 2:45 and it started at 2:30. Damnit, i cursed under my breath grabbing my phone and running out.

I ran into a tall pink haired boy, "I am so sorry!" an Australian accent flowed out and i couldn't help but smile.

"Don't worry about it, I'm fine! I'm Addison, are you a new counselor?"

I hadn't recognized him from past years and was confused.

"Indeed , I'm Michael. I'm trying to find where the damn meeting is but I've walked in circles for at least twenty minutes now."

"Ah, well you're lucky you ran into me! I'm going to the same place, come on!"

I grabbed his arm pulling him towards the front of the campsite.

"So is this year first year as well, Addison?"

"Nope, I've been a counselor here since I was about fourteen and I'm seventeen now so it's been about three years!"

"Ah that's sweet, did you ever go as a camper?"

"Yeah, I started coming when i was eleven."

"I'm seventeen as well and came when i was twelve. No way! Aren't you the girl who sang the cover of that old Rolling Stones song for the last day picnic?"

"Oh my god, you remember that?", I exclaimed quite embarrassed; i was horrible and tripped walking onto the stage.

"How could i not? I played guitar for you!"

"You were the shaggy blonde haired kid? Man, you're sick at guitar."

"Hah, thanks. You're not too bad yourself, you know at the singing and all."

"Well, thanks! I'm glad to say i improved since i was twelve haha."

"Hopefully i can hear you sometime."

Him saying that made a smile make its way onto my face and I laughed.

"I'm sure you will, but look; we're here!"

I pushed open the door slowly walking in and Dalton, the camp owner gave me a stern look.

"Ms. Addison Lane, why are you and Mr. Clifford late?"

"I-"

Michael cut me off, "I couldn't find my way and i bumped into Addison, she had to show me how to get here. My apologies, sir."

"Ah, sit down then."