Off To Summer Camp

It seem as as though I was going for a month.

"Honey, are you ready?" called my mom on Friday morning. She came down the stairs and patted my bulging bags. I had one large mountaineering backpack, with a day pack inside for hikes. I also had a duffle bag that had a bunch of ropes that tied it to my backpack so it didn't slip and jangle while I walked. I cast an eye at it and tried to lift it, as I had tried earlier. With a heavy grunt, I pulled and heaved it onto my back.

"Okay mom. I'm ready!" I was not sure if the fake enthusiasam worked, though I think my mom looked pleased. We trudged out to the car, and I gratefully threw the bags in the back. I sat in the front, and looked outside, nodding my head to the beat of my favourite song, it was an oldies song. Seventies, or sixties?, I asked myself. Never mind.

I was not sure if I slept during the journey, and I would not have been surprised if I had. I was at the summer camp in only about twenty minutes. I was looking sown a driveway, marked with potholes and with sinister looking branches curving over the drive to form a bit of an arch.

Great, the evil summer camp. Isn't this starting well? Even sarcasm wouldn't calm me. My mom heaved my bag out of the back seat for me and pointed to a wooden sign, weathered and hanging from a tree. It said,

                           "Red Cabin Summer Camp"

"The car can't make it down that driveway, because of the potholes." my mom explained. "The end doesn't look that far away.

Then we started down that drive with it's sinister branches leaning over us and the dark damp forest below. I'm not one much for supersticious stuff, but those dark shadowy branches sent a tingle of fear down my spine. After what seemed like forever, we got to an open place, a dirt parking lot with a few cars in it. A big wooden sign hung on a building. The sign said, "Office" so we started towards it in hope of finding the camp councellours. Before we got there, a middle-aged woman with wispy brown hair stepped out of the building.

"You must be Mrs. Davis. And your daughter, Sabelle. By the way, I'm Trina. How are you?"

"Good, thank you. Call me Karen." Trina led us to the office, where my mom filled out a few sheets, and then I was sent to a cabin where other girls were.

"They all arrived this morning, and more are still coming in. You can meet them. They will share a cabin with you and some of them will be in the same program as you." When I was directed to where the cabins were, and told to go into cabin 7, I saw why this was called Red Cabin Summer Camp. All the cabins were red, but most were faded and had patches that had obviously been put there to fill cracks. Cabin 7 took some finding, because it was wedged in between two other larger cabins.

I opened the door, thinking I would find bunk beds on the walls with a stove in the middle of the room, like a camp I had went to with my school. Instead, the cabin was two rooms with a space that was supposed to be a door, but was acctually strings of beads. The room that I had entered was bigger, from what I saw of the size outside. It had bunk beds on one half of the room with a large table and fireplace on the other side. As soon as I saw this a tall girl of about fifteen walked over to me. Her long dark hair was bound under a headband and flowed out behind her as she walked. With a smile that sent shivers down my spine, she said,

"Welcome to summer camp"

The End

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