Chapter 2

Edward's POV

My expression careless, I continued to drive to Camp Green. My duffle bag was flopping around in the trunk as I drove over the bumpy road.

And probably the only good thing about this was the fact that I'm not handcuffed to a werewolf and I get to drive alone in my car. Jacob's driving his little Hot Wheels car.

I smiled as I past it, but groaned as I saw the camp. Camp Green . . . this was going to be fun.

I pulled up next to a white pick-up, and Jacob pulled up next to me. And before I even stepped out of the car, a man with a too-long white beard greeted us.

"You must be our counselors!" He chimed.

I smiled and nodded, while the man squinted at my name tag. "Edward!" He looked to Jacob. "And Jacob. Oh, and Edward? Do you think that the kids can call you buy a nick name? Eddie perhaps?"

Jacob chuckled but coughed to hide it.

"Uh . . . I rather they wouldn't."

"Well, it's just these kids are young, and . . ."

"No, I would really rather they wouldn't."

I see we have a difficult one, here.

Jacob held his hand up. "The kiddies can call me Jake!"

The man smiled. "Wonderful!"

I rolled my eyes and grabbed my duffle bag from the backseat. The Camp was actually pretty nice. There were five buildings, one said Mess Hall, another said Camp Center, and three others just said Cabin a, b, and c. And I saw the Lake behind it. And it was also reassuring that it wasn't sunny. Sure it was warm, but warm doesn't make me sparkle like a freak.

"Okay, now you can put your stuff in your cabins. Edward you have cabin a, Jake, you have cabin b."

"What about cabin c?" Jacob got his duffle bag out of his car as well.

"Oh that's for Kristy, our other counselor. Edward, you're the Red District, Jake, you're Yellow District, and Kristy is Green District. These districts are how we split up the kids. Now you're not going to be sharing your cabins with your district. Kristy's cabin has the girls and you two have boys. The kids haven't arrived yet, so you can set up, and when you're all settled, meet me in the Camp Center." He pointed to the building. "So, are we good?"

We nodded, and headed to our cabins.

My cabin was disgusting. It was filled with dust, so much that it made me cough. I kept the door open while I unpacked so the kids wouldn't die.

And soon, after I put all of my clothes in the wooden chest in front of my bunk, and I wiped down some of the walls filled with dust, I walked out to go to the Camp Center.

Jacob was already there laughing with the man.

"Wow, Edward, it took you long enough." Jacob chuckled.

I rolled my eyes. "I was dusting."

They laughed quietly and I walked up to them.

"Okay," the man started. "I am Mr. Thompson, but the kids will call me Ted. You can too if you like. Okay, when the busses arrive," he looked at his watch, "In an hour, I will introduce you two and Kristy, and then we will divide the kids into their districts. The packets you two got yesterday have the schedule of activities, and I will help you with the rest. You two did bring the packets with you, right?"

We both nodded.

"Good, so . . . you can just settle in, and Kristy's in the Mess Hall, you can say hi to her."

We nodded and headed towards the door when it opened, and a girl with blonde pigtails and pink overalls, walked in.

"Oh, never mind, here she is. Kristy, this is Jake and Edward." Mr. Thompson introduced.

I stuck up my hand and then back down as a sad excuse for a wave. But Jacob smiled warmly and did the regular wave. "Hola," he smiled.

She giggled. "Hey! I'm Kristy, and we're going to have super fun! Oh, can you speak English?" She looked to Jake, for he just talked in Spanish.

He made a face. "Yes."

Ugh she's gonna be annoying.

I almost started laughing at Jacob's thoughts.

"Oh well, okay!"

OH MY FREAKING G-O-D! That red head is gorgeous! And so is that Spanish fellow! Ooh!

I rolled my eyes and walked back to my cabin.

And for the next hour, I just sat on my bunk and read, Wuthering Heights for the millionth time.

But what seemed like two minutes later, Mr. Thompson walked into the cabin with a wide smile spread on his face. "The kids are here!"

Though it was rude, I couldn't help but groan out loud. He heard, but ignored it, and I followed him out. Three busses were parked in front of the Camp Center and kids were pouring out. I winced.

Mr. Thompson now took out a megaphone, and started talking. "Good afternoon campers! Everyone, let's meet in the Camp Center! You're counselors will meet you in there."

I rolled my eyes, and did so, as well as Jacob and Kristy.

And soon, the Camp Center was flooded with kids who smelled like goo.

"Okay!" Mr. Thomson started when everyone was in, and he walked behind a podium. "Now, campers, you will be divided up into three districts . . ." blah, blah, blah, "No one can leave the cabin at night without a counselor . . ." blah, blah, blah. "Let the fun begin!"

Let the torture begin!