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MY STORY Summer of 2006 A howl pierced the silent night. Everyone turned, surprised by the sudden sound. Daf jumped and frantically turning his head this way and that to see if someone was out there. Zuxashi just stared into the fire, as if in a trance. "Don't worry kids, it was just a wolf," remarked the counselor. "It's probably more afraid of you than we are of them...uh...it." "Don't be so cliche. We're not stupid, we see the movies. Whenever you say stuff like that, something bad always happens," exclaimed Zabers in a shakey voice as if she didn't really believe what she was saying. "Well, trust me on this, I have been in this business for a long time." "Maybe a little too long..." muttered Zabers. The counselor glared at Zabers for a moment. Then he remembered the rest of the group. "Well, let's get this campout going. Daf, can you bring out the marsemellows?" Daf runs into the tent quickly, afraid to be by himself for even a minute. He almost knocked over the tent trying to retrieve the precious marsemellows. He returns in ten seconds flat, out of breathe as he collapses onto the log. Out of breathe, he says, "Here...are...the...marsemellows." The counselor gives Daf a weird look and continues with his speech, "Now then, why don't we have a little campfire song. Any suggestions?" "Let's sing Spongebob Squarepants!" exclaimed Yenney. "Why do we have to do this thing the traditional way?! It's so freakin' stupid. Hello, we have technology now. Yes, technology. Something called chairs and cooked food and exit signs in neon lights. Geez, you stupid primitives, it's time to take the stones out of your ears!" Zabers would have continued if she was not so out of breathe. "Well, if you truly feel that way, why did you enroll in this program in the first place? If I recall, you it wasn't mandatory for join us in this camping trip," replied the counselor coldly. "It's not my fault, my parents made me come...They said that this would be a social experience, " muttered Zabers. "Haha, you have to listen to your parents," mocked Yenney. "I'll show you what's funny!" Zabers stormed over to where Yenney was sitting and hovered over him. He starts to back away, but she keeps advancing. "Ok, ok, I'm sorry. Just don't hurt me!" Zabers continues to glare at him and smiles evily. Suddenly, she twirls around and snatches the marshmellows roasting by the fire. "My marshmellows now, sucker!" She gives a villanous laugh and returns to her seat. Another howl interupted Zabers laughter. "It is just me or does that one sound closer?" asked Daf, nearly wetting his pants. Trying to calm everyone down, the counselor says, "Don't worry kids, everything would be fi---" He only had time to let out one high-pitched, girly scream before he was dragged into the bushes behind him. Panicking, everyone but Zuxashi huddled together in a tight group. They tried to get as far away from the bushes as possible while also trying to push the person next to them in front. Just then, the counselor limps out of the bushes, his torn clothes soaked in red. He screams, "Gotcha!" The teens looked at the counselor in disbelief. Confusion turned into anger and they all glared at him furiously. It was Daf who spoke first. "What do you mean gotcha?! We thought you were being ripped apart! WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!?!" Chuckling, "Calm down Daf. It was merely a simple joke. Have a sense of humor. You guys are taking this way too seriously. I mean, what do you expect me to do? The perfect opportunity came and I couldn't resist. And there just so happened to be a can of red paint out there. C'mon, you guys have to admit, I got you good." "How is it funny that we thought you almost got killed?! Dude, death is no laughing matter," exclaimed Zabers. "And you say I was the one being cliche," mockingly, "Death is no laughing matter." "What's the matter with you, you're supposed to be our counselor! Stop behaving like a 13 year old!" Zabers said angrily. "Hey! I resent that. I'm 13 and I act much more mature than that...Right?" asked Daf. "And for our tie-breaker contest---" "Shut up Yenney!" said Daf. "Thanks for the positive reinforcement, that really helped my self esteem." "---the prize would be Daf's marshmellows." "Let's get back on track. Why don't you guys go to bed and I'll go wash this paint off." "As long as you don't decide to hunt down that wolf and put it next to us while we're sleeping..." said Zabers coldly. The counselor winks and hurries off on his way. Zabers glares at him through the light of the full moon. She notices the trail of red footsteps he left and shivers slightly. |