Chapter 6
I smirked at him and pulled my arm free. My cheeks were hot. I could feel it. I walked off in search of Carol when a tree root caught my foot. I stumbled and fell. I got up brushing myself off. My face was probably really red now. I turned back to see the Dixon brothers snickering. I turned on my heel and walked back to the camp.
I didn't see Carol so I figured she was down at the lake. I began my descent down the hill when I came to a halt. The clothes bag was there but Carol wasn't. Alarms seemed to be going off in my head saying "Find Ed! Find Sofia!"
I took off towards the camp. I saw Carl running towards my tent when I called his name. "Hey Carl. Hold up there buddy! Where's Sofia?" Carl looked at me with his big blue eyes. "She's counting." He said simply. "Oh. Okay. Where?" I asked. "Over by the R.V." he said. "Okay." I said turning towards the Winnebago. When I got there I saw Sofia standing by the door counting. "Six. Seven. Eight." She said continuing. I climbed on top of the R.V and looked for my sister. I couldn't see her anywhere. Then I looked towards the lake and there she was, washing clothes! I climbed off the top of the Winnebago and ran towards the lake. "Carrie?! Where have you been? I've been looking for you everywhere!" she said hugging me. "I can say the same!" I said hugging her back.
We released and started working on the clothes. We now had mine, hers, Sofia's, Ed's, Jacqui's, and Dale's. It was slow and steady work but we managed to get it done.
We worked our way slowly up the hill. When we got to the top everyone else doing whatever needed to be done except for the devil himself. Ed emerged from the tent and stretched. "Where have yall been? I've been waiting up here for hours!" he said coming towards us. "It's only been an hour Ed." I said rolling my eyes. I dropped my clothes off in my tent and turned to take Dale's clothes to him.
I climbed to stairs to the inside of the Winnebago. I knocked before entering. I placed the clothes on his bed in the back as someone entered. I poked my head around the corner to see Amy walking down the hall to the bunk beds her and Andrea share.
"Hey Amy!" I said waving. "Hey Carrie! What're ya doin?" she asked. "Just puttin Dale's clothes up for him." I said. I walked out of the room to meet up with Amy. "What're you doin?" I asked elbowing her. We were only three years apart so she was my only friend here that acted the same as me, young and immature. She is twenty and I am twenty-three. "Gettin a book." She said. "Wow. Everyone mark yall's calendars! Amy Glendall is goin to read!" I said laughing. She laughed as well punching me in the arm. "Ow!" I said rubbing my arm. She smirked and walked out the door.
I walked out after her turning towards the stash of tents and such. I grabbed two tents and sleeping bags and went to the Dixon brothers. "Here" I said throwing the stuff on the ground. They looked at me confused. "Yall want the tents or not?" I said raising an eyebrow. They got up and gathered the tents and bags together and started to set them up.
I turned to walk away when Daryl grabbed my arm. It wasn't a tough grip. Just, one I couldn't easily slip out of. I looked up at him. It tingled where he was touching me. "Thanks." He said.
