Hi all! Here's chapter two! I've got up to chapter five and am working hard on chapter six, but you'll have to take this for now.
Just a warning so you don't get exasperated: it's kind of being set up through chapter five. The real fun starts in chapter six or seven, I'm not sure yet. Please be patient with me!
Enjoy!
-Forbala-
CHAPTER TWO: CABIN 51
Daisuke was sent off to his cabin, number 51 in Lower Camp IV. As he pulled up, he saw a beautiful landscape of green hills (albeit, prickly) overlooking a wide blue river with countless activities, cabins, and people scattered all over.
Daisuke opened the screen door on the right of the building, a squealing Emiko and exasperated Kosuke unloading the car.
Inside were two guys: one counselor in navy blue Seagull shorts and white Seagull shirt, and one boy Daisuke's age on a bottom bunk in the back corner, back to Daisuke. The counselor greeted Daisuke with the apparently customary "Ahoy There" and a firm handshake.
"Hi, I'm Casey," said the brunette man.
"Hajimemashite, Niwa Daisuke-desu," returned the redhead, not realizing he was speaking Japanese.
The poor, purely American counselor blinked and looked very confused. He shook his head and waved over the bluenette in the back of the cabin, saying, "Satoshi, come meet your new cabinmate. He's Japanese, too."
The boy called Satoshi came over, no emotions or expressions in his face or eyes. He had ice blue eyes and hair, shiny glasses, a collared shirt and black shorts. To Casey, he said, "How rude to call me by my first name, and no honorific besides." To me, "Hiwatari Satoshi."
"Nice to meet you, Hiwatari-san," Daisuke grinned brightly.
Casey figured this little Japanese boy must be the other Asian in his cabin, Daisuke, and so said, "Dai-sook, your bunk is above Satoshi's."
"It's actually pronounced 'Dai-skay'. Thank you." Daisuke followed his parents to his bunk, where Emiko was making the bed, Kosuke was still dragging things in, and their totally jumpable son began to fill the cubby beneath his bunk with stationary, books, art supplies (mostly paint), a flashlight, and other such things.
Casey mistakenly thought this would be a mild cabin.
