The Bryne Runaways (Updated)

Chapter 8

It's exactly at 19:00 pm for when dinner commences and at this moment it's 18:55 pm when I finish changing into fresh clothes because I took a shower so I can get clean and refreshed also to get prepared to eat. I put on my medallions and take a glance at myself in the mirror for a quick minute and leave to the next room. No I don't have to see myself that much.

"Alright let's go" I say to Jacob who sits on the couch waiting for me as he reads one of favorite my comics.

"This is not a bad comic" Jacob tells me giving me his approval and sets the comic down and gets up from the couch to head over to me.

"Yeah, Uncle Ben got me the entire trilogy for my birthday but I was only able to take that comic with me before it all happened" I mutter the last three words feeling a pang in my chest.

"It's really good" Jacob dodges my sadness and we leave the cabin closing the door behind us. It is dark outside but the camp lights on the trees were on giving us aid to see and walk, due to last time where some guy tripped on a plank injuring himself bad and that's when they decided lights off in the morning and on at night.

When we walk to the cafeteria Jacob mentions how worn out he is from doing suicides from his station group. That the he and some of the other campers in his squad had to be taking the punishment due to camper who couldn't control his laughter. He tells me that everyone now has such of a hatred for that specific camper. We continue talking as we pass by the great campfire that is located in the center of camp because what campfires do is bring us together. The campfire brings us all together no matter who you are or station your in.

We enter the cafeteria and the same smell of freshly baked bread fills my nose in pure deliciousness. Everyone is eating, talking or some barely serving themselves. I look around and find Uncle Ben eating with his fellow hunters talking as well. Jacob and I go over to the spare seat next to him. Uncle Ben looks at me and places a kiss on my head and I serve myself some lamb stew into my wooden bowl then right after Jacob does as well. Ten minutes into eating is when a camp superior (Gordon's announcer) arrives and begins to speak to everyone getting everyone to pipe down and listen to the message he's going to make.

"Campers! Our grand game will return, in the next month. The game where we shall test our strength in the game. The game that will get our heart pumping and the adrenaline rushing. The game that will earn your worthiness and will represent your own station. The objective of the game will be announced later out the week. And this time all stations shall play." The man announces and everyone in the cafeteria are already cheering for the great camp tradition. The tradition that will have everyone training hard for several next weeks and will be the talk in every station. This will be crazy. Everyone loves the camp's tradition.

Just not me though. I dislike and like our tradition. I dislike when I see other people fighting but I only like it because of Uncle Ben, it's what he enjoys.

"So are you excited about the grand game?" Jacob says on the other side of me. I can tell he's excited for this.

"Not really" I say with a simple shrug not really caring about the game causing to crush Jacob's excitement.

"Why aren't you excited?" Jacob says to me.

"This isn't really something I like doing, it's just getting known by others it's not what I enjoy because I'm not really talkative" Also I'm not allowed to play I tell myself as I move my stew in a circling motion. If I ever get to play I really wouldn't want to win because I want to stay quiet and not talk to anyone without being bothered. The games is the reason how Uncle Ben got noticed and has more people talking to him and getting respect.

"Ah, well someday you're going to have to leave your safety bubble Norman" Jacob says sternly putting a spoonful of stew in his mouth.

"Yeah well, I don't see a future without it" I say under my breath but Jacob end up hearing it with a grin transforming in his stern face. I continue sipping my stew when I look around the cafeteria catching the eyes of Gordon's looking directly at me. Once I see him up on the railing with Dr. Meredith whispering something close to him, I look away.

What are they talking about? And why is their looks going over to me? Am I doing something I'm not supposed to do?

After a couple of minutes pretending like nothing happened I look over again to them. Gordon still hasn't removed his look from me. I didn't like it when they kept on staring at me and the thinking that something is going on with me. I want to throw something at them.

"What is it?" Jacob says to me.

"Nothing it was just a pesky fly getting on my nerves" I say to him and it's true. I have a vermin problem.

"Oh okay" I look over up again at the railing where they both stand. They still stand, Gordon looking and Meredith talking to him. It bothered me so much that I decided not to eat anymore, just kept drinking on water.

Something is going on with them both. Especially Dr. Meredith with this Harry person. They had something going on and I want to know. The rest of the night went on.