Chapter 1 Camp Greenlake
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Desiree Cullen's POV
A cavern of three camp buses with the names Camp Greenwood for girls emblazoned on their sides climbed an oak tree lined road. The buses turned down a narrow lane and passed through a freshly painted wooden gate, giving you a beautiful view of Camp Greenwood. A magnificent lake sparkled in the distance with about 20 red canoes lined up on its shore. The bus horns honked, dragging the attention away from girls crossing the street, and allowing them safely across the road and onto the sidewalk, and announcing that the first day of camp had officially begun.
Marva Kulp, the owner of the camp, spoke through a bullhorn toward a small crowd of new-comers to the camp, giving her own little speech.
"Girls, girls, girls… tall ones, short ones, and everything in between. Some carry pillows, others stuffed animals, all wear backpacks. There are more ponytails swinging at this moment than you can imagine! Good morning ladies, 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, please."
Her daughter and first lieutenant, Marva Jr., also held a bullhorn, and took over from her tired mother's place. She barked out orders at a quick pace that you have to keep up with.
"Jones, Alyssa, Indian, bunk Seven. Robinette, Morgan, Arrowhead, bunk eight."
I tried to listen for my name, but it was hard to hear as screams of joy erupted around us at the prospect of girls being put in the same cabins as their best friends. I pondered the pile of duffels, wondering how to get mine out from the bottom. More girls passed me and threw theirs on top as well.
"Okay, found my duffel. Now the question is, how do I get it out?" Today, I wore a pair of jean shorts, and a white t-shirt with a picture of my favorite band on it, No Doubt. My nail polish was metallic blue and I also wore a pair of red high top converse. My red-brown hair was tied in a curly ponytail and my ears were pierced.
"Okay, I can do this." I pulled on the strap with my entire mite and could feel my face turning bright red. My father always said that when I did this, I looked exactly like my mother had looked, but I'd never met my mother before.
"Okay, no I can't." As I glanced to the right of me, I saw a tall skinny girl coming up with a long neck and chewing bubble gum like she was in the 1950's.
"You must be new." She guessed right away. I blushed.
"How can you tell?"
"You didn't know to grab your duffel before the apes tossed it in. I can tell you need some help." She seemed nice enough.
"Thanks. It's that one right there." I pointed to my bag. "By the way I'm Zoey."
"And I'm Desiree." We smiled for a moment before I spoke again.
"Okay..." we both grabbed the strap and pulled with our entire mite, but couldn't get it out. We threw the bus drivers a dirty look when they tossed more luggage on to the pile. Just then another tall girl with a tie-dye t-shirt, beads, and a bandana pulled her duffel right from the very bottom.
"Whoa!"
"Now that's my kind of woman." Zoey and I were impressed.
"Hey! Tie-Dye!" She called. The girl, who I assumed was Nicole by her name tag, glanced up at us curiously.
"Need a hand?" We nodded eagerly. She ran right over to help.
"Oh, that's easy." She pulled it out right away.
"Hey, thanks!" I sighed gratefully.
"No problem." I then noticed her reading my name tag.
"Wait, you're from California?" she asked.
"Do you live in Hollywood?"
"Or next door to a movie star?" They asked me. I laughed.
"No… I live in Napa, that's in Northern California. My dad and I live next door to a vineyard."
"On a what yard?" Zoey asked.
"A vineyard. It's where you grow grapes to make wine. That's what my Dad and I do." All of a sudden, Marva Jr. called my name.
"Cullen, Desiree." She practically yelled in the megaphone.
"Yo, right here!" I stood on my tiptoes and raised my hand up high in the air.
"Arapahoe, bunk eleven."
"Hey, that's what bunk I'm in!" Zoey and Nicole said at the same time. We laughed, slapped hands, and headed up the sidewalk to our cabin.
"Hey, by any chance, do either of you know how to play poker?"
"Hmmm…" thought Nicole.
"Not a chance," said Zoey.
"What a shame. So tell me, how much cash did you guys bring with you this summer?"
Renesmee's POV
My Limousine pulled up in front of the giant lodge that was Camp Greenwood. My driver, Mike Newton, opened the back door for my moms close friend, Emmett McCarty and I.
Emmett was tall, taller then most men his age. He had curly brown hair and doughy brown eyes, and wore a sweat suit so that when he returned to our home in Phoenix, Arizona, he could go to the gym he opened some time ago and work out. He was very fit.
Emmett always told me stories that my momma didn't like to tell, stories about how when before I was born, he used to be my momma's butler. He told me stories about my daddy, who I had never even met before. My momma didn't like to talk about those days, when my daddy and she had been married for a short time before I was born. I suppose I wouldn't, either, but I liked hearing about him. Emmett never got a chance to get to the good details, about how when they took a cruise on the Queen Caroline and my momma and daddy had been married within three weeks of meeting each other. Well, at least I eavesdropped and caught some of the story.
Emmett and I stood together, hand in hand, and gazed around at the camp. I glanced down quickly at my attire, a white summer dress with light blue and purple flowers scattered across it, and white flip-flops. My bronze hair was down to my waist and curled, and I carried a dark blue vanity case. And people like to tell me that I get my big, chocolate brown eyes from my momma.
Emmett looked around the camp with disdain.
"And we traveled how many miles for this?" He asked with a goofy smile. I rolled my eyes.
"Well, it is pretty, don't you think?" I asked, hoping to gain his approval.
"I don't think that's the term I would use, but okay." He was always smiling, always in a good mood. Never once had I seen him truly serious before in my life.
"So do you have everything you need? Lip balm, sun block, bug spray, flashlight, matches, batteries, umbrella, stamps, paper, pen, and pictures of your momma, granddaddy, grand momma, and yours truly?" He asked with a smile. I nodded.
"Got it all, I think."
"Oh, and here's a little something from your granddaddy." He held it out in his palm.
"An awesome new deck of cards. Maybe you'll find someone here who can actually kick your butt at poker."
I smiled and took the deck. "Well, I doubt it, but thanks Emmett. And thanks for bringing me." In the blink of an eye, he grabbed me in a big bear hug and then quickly gained his composer.
"And remember, if you change your mind and want me to come and pick you up, I'm only a phone call away."
"I'll be fine. See you in eight weeks, Em."
"Eight weeks it is, Queen of my heart." But before he turned away, we shook hands, and did a carefully composed handshake. We laughed when we were done. He then stepped back in the limo and I watched as they drove away.
"Renesmee Swan?" I heard my name called.
"Yes sorry if I'm late." I looked up to see a tall, tan, and serious looking woman holding a bullhorn. By her name tag, she must be Marva Jr. She nodded.
"That's fine. Can't say that I know how the planes are from"- she bent to my height to read my name tag. "Phoenix. Oh my…bug flew up my nose. Guess we'll have to get used to that all over again, won't we?" She laughed nervously. I nodded and smiled politely.
"Okey-Dokey, let's get this show on the road.." She looks down at all my luggage and frowns.
"Err… are you sure that you can carry all that?" I asked as she bent down to pick it all up.
"Oh… sure-yeah, I do this all the time." I walked ahead of her to my cabin, which looked very big and beautiful, just like the others.
The cabins where just as big on the inside as they were on the outside. Two walls on either side where lined with bunks, clothes sprawled around everywhere.
"Showers are to your left. Rec Room's to the right. The mess hall's right across from her. You should look at that list of eating times right there." She then pointed at the bulletin board across the room. "Mother's and my offices are right across from here if you need anything." She paused, and then walked out the door.
"Hey, you want to walk to the mess hall with me?" A blond girl named Jackie asked.
"Sure," I smiled, hoping that I had just found a friend.
