She was on a questionable mission.
He was somehow collateral damage.
Meet Camille Campbell, A topsy turvy knockout, with a heart of gold and the stubborn will of a mule. When she feels the world needs a reminder of how relevant girl power still is...
"Research shows that laughing for two minutes is just as healthy as jogging for twenty minutes. Go ahead and sit in the park and laugh your heart out at all the joggers."
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He was a stout guy with a Texan accent. He was also the Camp's director.
"We're goin' to do this the ol' fashioned way. The paper in'na hat way." He drawled as he emptied a bunch of papers into a cowboy hat.
"C'mon boys! One behin' the odda. Choose yer fate!" He hollared.
We did as we were instructed and the first person picked a name out of the hat.
"Whatchu got?"
"Microsoft?" He said unsure.
"Well, I'll be damned!"
The boy walked over to the mentor who was carrying the Microsoft sign. It was Jaime, if I wasn't mistaken. Jaime gave the guy a high five. The boy joyously returned it.
The next guy picked Apple. Which just so happened to be Preston's group. The blond MT gave the Sak a box.
Sweet lord! Did he just give him new Apple AirPods?
"Welcome gift," Preston smirked at the guy's disbelief. I could tell everyone now wanted to be in his group.
I won't lie, I did too.
One guy picked Samsung. Apparently, it was one of the groups that usually lost here at Sakuba, but this year everyone wanted to be in it.
I bet it isn't because Easy is the MT.
The Sak walked over to him looking so ecstatic that he could piss himself. Unlike the other MT's instead of a warm welcome, or even giving him anything, Easy just nodded once at the guy slowly and the Sak's face shone with glee is he nodded back in a similar fashion, trying to look cool.
The other Sak's looked over at him with envy, even the ones in Preston's group.
I will never understand guys.
I waited patiently for my turn.
•••
I picked Nokia.
From the looks on the faces of the other two guys who had already picked into the group, I could tell Nokia wasn't a very sought after group.
The group MT was a guy called Mikey Flynn. He also didn't look too enthusiastic to be the group's MT, or even to be an MT in the first place.
We all just stood there awkwardly, unhappily passing glances at each other.
To put the cherry on top of the cake of suckery, the last guy to be added into the group walked over. I could see the last thing he wanted to do was to be in this team too from the scowl on his face. Then he sighed and all of a sudden he looked content.
