"Hmm…" I tossed my last article of clothing into the suitcase. "Creative Writing-Daily, Piano-Daily, Nature Hikes-Tuesday and Thursday, Horseback Riding-Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, Athletic Credits? Why do we need those?"
"Let me see," Amy replied, taking the pamphlet and popping an M&M into her mouth. "Hmm…the choices for Athletics are…weightlifting, water-skiing, the pool, jogging, hiking, biking, and…rock climbing!"
"No," I replied, tossing popcorn at her. "There's no way I'm doing sports at camp."
"You have to do something daily," Amy replied. "And you have to go on a cliff!"
"But I-I…you know I hate heights!" I whispered.
"Don't you want to do something daring?" Amy said. "Just once…please?"
"Fine, but you owe me one," I replied. "Anyway…what's on your schedule for Camp Arnold?"
"Photography-Daily, Sketching-Daily, Dance-Daily," she replied. "The rest is identical to yours. We need to take a daily class together. You wanna try dance?"
"No, I hate dancing in front of people…but I guess I could try sketching again…even though Mrs. Hodson crushed my dream," I sighed.
I put in a blank sketchbook that I had but never used, and put it in my backpack.
"What else do you have in there?" asked Amy.
"Music books…my laptop—"
"You're taking your laptop to camp?" Amy exclaimed.
"I have a trunk with a lock, so it's not like it'll get stolen, Amy," I replied nonchalantly.
"That's not the point! You don't bring laptops to camp!" she replied.
"I…can't write any other way. Believe me, I've tried. It says we can on the pamphlet. Is Tiffany still coming?"
"She said she'll be on the plane," Amy replied, getting into her bed.
I put my laptop in my trunk, locked it, then rezipped my backpack and set it on top.
"Good night, best friend," I said softly to Amy, and laid down in my bed.
"'Night," she replied.
We were both tired from a full day of packing, so we fell asleep almost immediately.