Thanks for the reviews, even though I hadn't updated in forever. I'm going to try updating regularly.
That morning, after a deelish breakfast of pancakes (Lucas really is good), we have 'cabin cleanup'.
Before we clean up, I go to the bathroom and scrub my face until its bright red, and all you can see is a faint tracing of the word. But I brush my bangs forward and you can't see it.
"Girls," Alicia says in the bunk room. "Who wrote ugly on Massie's forehead? I know pranks are a big part of our cabin, but not to our own bunkmates. Got it?"
"Got it," they all mumble.
No pranks? Hell no, I am going to get Claire and Dylan back.
I walk back out and Alicia tells us to start clean up. We each spin the chore wheel hung up on the wall, where it lists four chores. One person gets a day off.
I have sweeping and Claire holds the dustpan. I'm tempted to just swing the broom and hit her in the face. Dylan's doing bathroom duty -you do not know how hard it was for me not to laugh!
Skye is dusting the shelves and walls, and Olivia is lucky enough to have a free day.
"So, girls," Alicia says, coming out of the counselor room. "Who's ready to choose their elective?"
"Elective?" I repeat like a moron for what feels like the millionth time.
"An elective is a camp activity we do," Dylan says coolly, coming out of the bathroom. "We each choose two."
"Right," Alicia grins. "This year electives are: Canoeing, Archery, Arts and Crafts, Sailing, Water Sailing—"
"Water what?" I ask.
"You know, when you have a board attached to a sail. And you sail in the wind along the waves," Alicia says.
"Oh. I think I did that in Mexico once," I try to remember.
"Anyway," Alicia glances down at the list. "Rock climbing, Soccer, Basketball, or Hiking. And tennis is mandatory, everyone has to do it," she tells me. "It doesn't count as one of you electives, though."
"Soccer and soccer," Olivia says, swinging her long legs.
"Olivia," Alicia says slowly. "We went over this last year. And the year before. You have to choose two different electives."
"Fine," Olivia sticks her tongue out. "Soccer and…basketball! All the hot boys take basketball."
"Oh me too!" Skye shouts. "I'm definitely taking basketball. Besides, Chris plays basketball!" She says with a wink.
"Okay, what else?" Alicia says.
"A&C," she says and goes to sit with Olivia.
"Canoeing," I say. I have always wanted to learn. "And…um, sailing. I might as well work on my tan."
After I say it, I realize that I won't be in anything with Skye or even Olivia. Shit, shit, shit!
Claire's glaring at me from across the room. I mouth the word 'what' at her and she just narrows her dark blue eyes.
"I'll take those too," She says through clenched teeth. "Those are the electives Josh and I always do."
Oh. Oh, shit. To be fair, I didn't know that! But Claire doesn't know I didn't know!
"Me too," Dylan grins at Olivia, and shoots a look at me. Clearly, I will be watched twenty-four/seven.
"Okay, so the here are your schedules," she hands out sheets of paper to everyone after writing away on them.
I scan my piece, full of Alicia's loopy pink script:
8:00 - wake up, breakfast
9:00 – cabin clean up
9:15 – General Swim
10: 45 – snack, 15 minute break
11:00 – Tennis
12:15 – Lunch
12: 45 – 15 minute break
1:00 – Elective 1 (canoeing)
3:00 – Elective 2 (sailing)
5:00 – dinner
6:00 – free time (one hour)
7:00 – night game
9:45 – snack
10:00 – free time (one hour)
11:00 – bed
Gosh, I didn't know we'd be so busy. It all looks really fun though.
"Oh and those of you in canoeing," Alicia says. "Congratulations, you get to escape for three days in two weeks."
"Why?" Dylan asks.
"You guys get to go on a canoe trip for three days!"
"Oh yeah!" Claire grins. "Last year me and Josh canoed together and our instructor let us stay in the same tent."
"You're not doing that again, are you?" Dylan asks her. I can see that she's worried her best friend wont be rooming with her.
Claire shrugged and grabbed her bikini and towel. "Isn't it GS now?"
We all changed into our bathing suits and grabbed towels. I couldn't help ogling Dylan's perfect body as she put her curls up into a bun.
She glanced at me and smirked. I was wearing my black and white Chanel bikini, she had no need to smirk.
"Clearly I'm not the only girl here who knows that style doesn't stop even if you're camping," she nods at my bathing suit. She's wearing a green Missoni bikini that makes her eyes shine. Everyone else is wearing no-name brands and crappy suits.
"Just so you know, though," she says while walking to the door. "Only old women wear Chanel."
But as she sashays out the door after Claire, I can't help but think that there was a hint of approval in her green eyes.
