Back at Camp
Shane's Point of View
I was finally here at Camp Rock. This was my 3rd year and I couldn't be more excited.
"Come on, Shane," Uncle Brown called. My uncle had started this camp 2 years ago. I've been going every year. Uncle Brown took care of me because my parents had died in an airplane crash 6 years ago, when I was 10 and I was still very sensitive about the topic. To this day, I was scared to death at the thought of an airplane.
I grabbed my suitcase and followed my uncle to the mess hall where the cabin assignments were posted. Two unfamiliar names were next to mine;
Nate Bennet
Jason Smith
Since I knew the name of every camper that went here every year, the fact that they were unfamiliar meant that they were new campers. I headed to the cabin to drop off my stuff. No one else was there because, as camp director, Uncle Brown has to be here a full hour before camp opens. I glanced at my watch; 15 minutes before Camp Rock opens. Pulling out my guitar and a picture of my girlfriend for the last 2 years, Laura, I started to play. Before I knew it, the cabin door was opening. A shy looking boy with dark brown, curly hair walked in. He was only slightly shorter and younger than me and he looked extremely nervous.
"Hi, I'm Shane," I introduced myself when he said nothing.
"Nate," he said quietly. He shot a small, nervous smile in my direction and went back to unpacking.
I was about to say something else but I was interrupted by another boy entering the cabin. He looked to be a few years older than me and slightly taller. The look on his face had me fighting to hold back a laugh. He looked overly-excited to be here.
"Hey, I'm Jason. I can't believe I'm finally here at Camp Rock. It's my first year," he said, happily
"I'm Nate. This is my first year, too," Nate said quietly without looking up from his suitcase.
"I'm Shane. This is my 3rd year," I said proudly.
"Wow, 3 years. This camp has only been around for that long," Nate said, finally looking up for longer than 2 seconds.
"Yeah," was all I said, deciding not to tell them why I'd been here all 3 years.
Jason and Nate looked like they wanted to press the matter further but it was time to head over to the mess hall for dinner. I made my way over to my usual table after grabbing some food. Jason sat down next to me and smiled. Nate looked around for a moment and, seeing that he didn't know anyone else, sighed and sat across from me and Jason. Laura came over a few minutes later.
"Guys, this is my girlfriend, Laura. Laura, this is Nate and Jason," I introduced them.
"Nice to meet you," she said perkily. Nate and Jason smiled at her and went back to eating.
Laura headed off to go see some of her other friends and we headed back to the cabin in silence.
"So, where do you live, Nate?" Jason asked.
"Washington," Nate answered. He seemed to like one word responses.
"Wow, that must have been a long car ride," I said, surprised that he lived so far away. I pulled out my guitar again.
"Actually, my parents didn't drive me. They put me on an airplane headed for L.A."
At the word airplane, I flinched.
Nate's Point of View
When I said airplane, I saw Shane flinch out of the corner of my eye.
"Are you okay," I asked. Why would he flinch?
"I, uh, scratched my finger on my guitar," he said, refusing to look up.
Leslie's Point of View
I watched as Shane flinched, right at the word airplane.
"Hmm, Shane's afraid of planes?" I muttered to myself, "I could have fun with this one."
Shane' Point of View
I silently prayed that Nate and Jason wouldn't find out my secret. No one but Uncle Brown, including Laura, knew why I was afraid of airplanes and I wanted to keep it that way. Heck, only Uncle Brown and the kids at school even knew I was afraid of airplanes. If anyone found out then I would be a laughing stock and it would bring back painful memories. I don't think I could survive a summer if anyone found out. I had already become a laughing stock at my school when I told one of my friends and someone overheard us. Even my so called friend started making fun of me.
