What Happened at Camp (TOMTORD) (DISCONTINUED)

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/Tom PV/

Hey there journal,

Let me clear a few things up for you.

1. My name is Thomas Thompson

2. I hate kids

3. I hate the outdoors

4. I hate my summer job

5. I hate most everything

And yes, I know you are asking, 'Tom, why are you a camp counselor then'. And I'll give you two good reasons why I am.

1. I get paid

2. Anywhere is better than my house even if it means I have to be here

Ugh I am not looking forward to having to look after twelve little brats with one other little brat who's supposed to be helping me. Anyways, that's it for now because the bus is stopping. More updates later.

/Back to real life/ 

Tom looked up from his journal to the back of the driver's seat with his pitch black eyes as the bus slowed to a stop in front of the all too familiar camp sign.

"Welcome to Camp Diphtheria"

He shuddered. The unfortunate name of the camp always made him uncomfortable because it sounded like some kind of disease. Tom was sure that it was, in fact, a disease but he had no way to confirm his theory because phones and technology were completely forbidden. 'Prepare for Hell.'

/Tord PV/

Tord was almost bouncing up and down in his seat, giddy with anticipation. He loved kids and couldn't wait to be a counselor. Although he had a tough exterior, he was really a happy and sweet person deep down. Tord looked at the counselor across the aisle who was writing in a journal at the moment. He noted that the stranger was sitting alone and next to the window, just like himself. 'He's quite cute', Tord thought 'maybe we could be friends.'

As soon as the stranger caught Tord staring he quickly looked away, pretending to be very interested in the "Welcome" sign. Not even the camp name could deter his spirit, as he was sure this would be the best summer ever.

/Tom PV/

I looked over and saw this other guy with hair like horns staring at me. He quickly turned away and turned the same shade of red as his hoodie. 'I wonder who'll be stuck being his co-counselor,' Tom thought with pity for whoever it might be. Just then the director of the camp, Ms. Diphtheria, climbed onto the bus, her brown/gray hair pulled into an excruciatingly tight bun. 

/No PV/

"Alright boys, settle down," she called in a low, raspy voice. When that didn't work she pulled out an ancient megaphone and repeated herself. This time she got the counselors' attention as they all snapped to face the front, shutting up immediately. Ms. Diphtheria plastered a menacing, crooked grin on her face. She loved when they did that.

"I will be reading off the list of co-counselors. After every name is read off I want you to find your co-counselor and stick with him after I give you further instruction."

She gripped the sheet of paper in her claw-like hands and read names aloud. Some cheered but most stayed silent as their fates were being decided. Tom fiddled with his pen, praying to Jehovah that his partner wasn't that awkward guy sitting across from him. Tord leaned forward and put his hands on his knees, hoping that his partner would be that cute guy sitting next to him.

"Lastly, Tom and Tord. Now get off the bus and find your co-counselor" she croaked out.

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hi my dudes. i think ill be uploading every other day but dont kill me if theres an early or late chaper. ya bois tryin her best here. see ya then. peace (i dont care about the o in pov)