MILLIE,'s POV
I leaned my head against the warm window of the bus and stared out at the scenery with a bored expression. All the other children on the bus were screaming and yelling as we rode up a narrow road lined with trees. I sighed heavily and tried to zone them out. As the bus turned down a narrow lane and passed through a freshly painted wooden gate, all the children
suddenly screamed in delight and pointed at the opposite side of the bus. I turned my head to see a sign labeled "CAMP WALDEN!" and a beautiful lake.
Girls, girls, girls! Girls were EVERYWHERE as I stepped into the main lodge at Camp Walden! There were tall ones, short ones and everything in between! Some were carrying pillows, others stuffed animals, but all were wearing backpacks.
There were more pony-tails swinging at this moment than I could ever imagine seeing in my lifetime. Teenage counselors tried to control the pandemonium without much luck.
The only men I could see were the bus drivers who were tossing duffel bags out of the buses and into a large pile.
Marva Kulp, the owner of the Camp who is in her late sixties, four and a half feet tall, and currently wearing khaki shorts talked through a Bull-Horn.
Next to her, her daughter and first lieutenant, Marva Jr., stood. Marve Jr. was just under six feet, tanned and humorless. She also held a Bull-Horn.
"Good morning ladies and welcome to Camp Walden! I'm Marva, your Camp Director, and this is my daughter and right hand man, Marva Jr. Girls, please find your duffels as quickly as possible, we've got a big, big day ahead of us. Marva,'bunk assignments, if you please."
Marva Sr. said with excitement.
Marva Jr. lifted her Bull-Horn and started barking out bunk assignments right into her Mother's ear. Marva Sr. covered her ears in pain as do I, she was loud!
"Berg, Kate, Iroquois, bunk seven! Berg, Lily, Chickasaw, bunk
five!
Burnham, Daisy, Kickapoos, bunk three!"
Marva Jr. Yelled.
