Day two
I woke the next day hoping that it had all been a bad dream. No such luck. Camp Tarshis was as real as it was yesterday.
"Hey, Swazi! It's time to get up, breakfast is at 8:00!" Ali calls from her room. I check my watch, it was 7:38 A.M. So I have about 12 minutes to get ready for the day. Great.
I walk into the bathroom. Greta is brushing her bright apple-red hair, and Bilic is putting on mascara.
"Where's Darren, Ivory, and Samoa?" I ask, splashing water on my face, trying to wake up.
"They already went down," Greta answers, setting her hairbrush down.
"Oh," I say dumbly.
I quickly get ready, pulling on a pair of jeans and a black T-shirt. I walk down to the dining hall with Greta, Bilic, and Ali.
Breakfast is French toast and strawberries. As I eat, I study my cabin. I notice that Bilic mostly keeps to herself, not talking that much, but Greta is the polar opposite, always talking and hardly keeping to herself. Darren is also fairly quiet. Ivory is normal for social skills, But Samoa is slightly... Weird. Last night she ate ice cream with her fingers, and today she's eating strawberries with ketchup, but hey, I don't judge.
The director, the lady in the ugly orange shirt, whose name, I learned, is Lane, grabbed a microphone and says into it:
"Good morning Campers! I hope you're ready for, drum roll please!"
The kids start pounding on their tables.
"TEAM SPORTS!!" Lane yells into her microphone and the room explodes into cheers.
"When you're done with your breakfast, go to the activity centre to see what team you're on and what you're playing, but most of all, HAVE FUN!" Lane says, putting the microphone down.
I get up and make my way to the activity centre. There was a wall with lists on it.
TEAM THREE
Jac & Lille
Thomas Jackson
Andrew Michaels
Swaziland Moire
Quinlyn Jade
Ayden Rider
Katelyn Pym
Sophie Ford
TEAM THREE is playing Volleyball, in the sandpit by the lagoon.
Volleyball. Yay... I'm okay at it.
I walked down the sandpit. Someone is already there. He's older than fourteen, so he has to be the cabin leader Jac. He is about five foot nine, with short black hair, light brown eyes, and he needs to shave. His cheekbones high and sharp, his eyes were a little bit shadowed and his lips stuck out a tiny bit. He wore shorts, a purple hoodie and black baseball hat worn backwards.
He smiles at me, I could tell that it wasn't fake, he is happy to see me. I know that will soon change. Once you meet me, you'll never be happy to see me again.
"Team three?" He asks. I nod.
"Great! I'm one of the team captains, Jac," He says, smiling wider.
"Swaziland, but you can just call me Swazi," I answer flatly.
"Swazi, that's a cool name, I like it," Jac says, "Oh, look here comes the rest of our team."
I glance up, and there is a group of kids jogging down the hill. Half of the group separated into the opposite team, the rest joins Jac and me.
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When We All Go
Teen FictionI never felt so alone. But I'm used to being alone. Alone is what I wanted. But then he had to come along. He had to try and be the best person possible. He had to come along and start caring for me. **** Swazi is a cold character. Most people would...
