Every Summer Has A Story

Ch. 51 - I Need An Adult

Eve fumbled with the paper in her hands, suddenly remembering  the last time she had this feeling staring at a list of names. It was on her very first day at Camp Wabanaki when she stood dumbly in the parking lot, looking through the staff directory. Today, she was eye to eye with a hastily typed batch of campers who would be entrusted into her care for the week. She had somehow ended up with the overflow cabin of oldest girls, and, judging by the birthdates on her spread sheet, her cabin would be comprised of 15 and 16 year olds. 

"Joy," she breathed, turning back toward her bunk.

She had brought the bare minimum essentials out to Girl's Village and planned on doing most of her grooming up at the lodge in her own room. Because Navajo was rarely used, the bunks were free standing and mis-matched, a hodge-podge of unwanted and relatively crappy beds. Instead of being built into the walls with sturdy wooden bottoms like the rest, the Navajo beds had a metal canopy of links under the mattress. The ancient springs creating a hammock-like feel that Eve actually didn't mind. She wasn't sure how her back would like the lack of support after several nights of sleep, though. She carefully pushed the bunk beds around the room until they formed a semblance of order and took the broom to the polished concrete floors, sweeping up an impressive pile of dirt. Eve wrinkled her nose and collected the grossness into the dust pan before dumping it out the back door. She propped the door open and realized her cabin faced into the woods, which actually made a pretty picture.

"How's it going?" Ellison asked from the front door, propping the heavy wooden frame open by affixing its latch to the outside of the cabin.

Eve sighed and hung her broom back up,

"Oh just wondering how my girls got stuck in the red-headed stepchild cabin."

"That's an interesting way to put it." Ellison replied wryly.

Eve pursed her lips and motioned around,

"Look at this."

"I wasn't disagreeing," Ellison conceded, "but we have enough time to spruce this place up, if you want to."

Eve glanced back down at the modest list of campers in her hand before stuffing it into her pocket.

"I don't even know where to start," she admitted, "but I don't want my girls to have a shitty experience due to my utter lack of experience."

Ellison grinned confidently at her sister.

"Don't worry, I've got you."

30 minutes later, Eve leaned back against the door frame and nodded in pleasant surprise.

"Now this is what I'm talking about."

Under Ellison's instruction, she had gone back up to her room and collected more of her belongings, including her rug and bean bag chair, several of the extra posters Ellison had stashed under her bed, a large poster board of cabin rules Eve had rustled up from the arts and crafts room, and name tags they had created for each girl: Jenna, Allison, Brooklyn, Hannah, Brooke, and Alivia. 

"Zayne seriously gave you a difficult cabin," Ellison admitted, looking over the names written in rainbow cursive letters, "Jenna and Allison I don't recognize, but Alivia has been coming for years and she thinks she runs the place. Brooklyn and Hannah are sisters and Brooke is their friend, which can get pretty tense at times."

Eve blew out a puff of air and dropped some Lemon Grass essential oil into her diffuser in an attempt to mask the musky smell of the unused cabin.

"Oh of course he did."

"Don't worry about Zayne, he will get his karma."

There was a flurry of activity outside that drew both the girls' attention as Olive came into view lugging her suitcase.