With no hesitation I nodded and ran back inside to get what I needed. The mean stood outside by a van while I grabbed a bag and stuffed an IPod with around seventy nine percent which I never used, and had no Wi-Fi for it (obviously.) I stuffed my left over dog food, two granola bars, some water, and other snacks. I packed a toy fishy that Sunshine always chewed on. I slipped a knife in the bag just in case anything bad happened.
I approached Sunshine and told him "C'mon buddy we are leaving this shit-hole." Sunshine followed after me with respect. We entered the van through the back. There were seven other people in the back, it had looked like there was one man, one mom, two little girls and three boys. It seemed like a family because they were all brunettes and had either green or brown eyes. Seeing them reminded me of my family, which I missed greatly.
When Sunshine and I entered everyone looked at us. The man in his thirties then introduced himself, "Hi I'm Joey we are taking you to a camp Fresh where you could start off fresh. We will take care of you there and your dog." I nodded in agreement.
When I looked out the window all I saw where trees of different shades, which did not amuse me. I then pulled out Sunshine’s fishy and played tug-o-war with him while everyone stared. After five minutes Sunshine was exhausted, to be honest I was too. I let go of the toy, letting him "win" the game. We both lied down after that.
I woke up to the uncomforted of being poked a bunch of times when Joey woke me up and stated "Hey, Sapphire we are at Fresh!"
"How long was I out?"
"Around two hours, who knew playing tug-o-war with him would wear you out," he said and let out a laugh after that.
He guided me off the van and onto a line which we would be assigned different tour guides, to show the new people the camp. I waited for about five minutes in a huge line when a pretty cute, brown eyed, brown haired boy was talking to a friend while walking (I guess he was a guide because he wasn't standing in the line) and suddenly stopped to peer over his friends shoulder to look at me. He kept staring at me. I looked away and when I looked back his brown eyes pinned me down. I felt like he was peering into my soul.
When suddenly a man around his fifties approached me and stated "Hi I am Logan and I wi..." He was cut off by the brown haired boy who stared who had dashed over to me leaving his friend.
"Can I give her the tour, dad?" the boy had said nearly begging.
"Sure, I guess…" the boy’s father seemed to have been confused while walking away.
"Hi blue eyes, my name is Hamilton Williams, and I am going to be your tour guide," he said with a smile.
