The interior of the girls’ cabin was as unremarkable as its exterior. The beds were bog standard, metal framed and had no uniqueness what so ever. Paint had begun to peel off the walls and the wooden flooring was worn out. But it was clean and I could live there for the six weeks of the summer camp.
I tore my attention away from my surroundings and beamed at the girls sitting on their beds, (their names had been blu- tacked onto the space of wall above each bed). “Howdy y’all,” I said, making my way over to my bed. I dumped my heavy rucksack on top of it and checked underneath to see if they had placed the rest of my luggage there. Sure enough, my battered suitcase was tucked away safely under my bed.
Breaking the awkward silence, I turned to my roommates. “How y’all doin’?” I mimicked my brother’s warm smile. A girl with two different coloured eyes (I’d tried not to stare, honest!) looked at me with a rebel’s grin that, despite the fact she was the oldest, made her looked like a naughty child. “Hello and welcome to hell.”
“Really?” I looked at her. She was sitting underneath the sign that read Misty Brote. “You’ve been here before?”
“No,” Misty replied. “I just know.” She shot me one of those all knowing looks.
“Well,” I spoke up, including the rest of the group. “I’m Annalise Jaye Jones, but y’all can call me AJ. That’s what my family calls me. Though, I suppose we are like family for the next six weeks.” I grinned. “I’m Misty.”
A girl from across the room grumbled “Spirit Ise.” She obviously didn’t want to be here, I thought as I felt a stab of sympathy towards her. Not everyone was so lucky to have a family as understanding as mine. “I’m Aliah,” another girl called from the doorway, out of breath. “Here, let me help,” I said and took a step towards her. “No, no. I’m fine. I can do it myself,” she said stubbornly.
Another awkward silence filled the cabin. “Is...Is that all the girls,” I asked, unsure whether I should break the silence again. “No,” Misty responded. “There is another cabin for the girls in team Spark.”
“Oh,” I said. “Well, if you don’t mind, ima goin’ to say hi.” I waited to see if anyone would join but no one did. I shuffled out of the cabin, glad to have left the uncomfortable atmosphere. In my relief, I didn’t realise what I was doing until I collided into someone, sending their bags flying.
“Ohmigosh! I’m so sorry!” I scrabbled around in attempt to pick up the luggage. I looked up to see a girl who looked like she was going to burst into tears. “Sorry, sorry, sorry,” I apologised, feeling guilty and extremely clumsy. “That’s okay,” she sniffled. “Not your fault.”
When we had picked up everything, I stuck my hand out. “Nice to meet ya. I’m Annalise Jaye Jones, but you can call me AJ.” Timidly she took my hand. “Evangelina, but you can call me Eva,” she replied.
I could tell instantly that we were going to get along.