After our encounter with a wild animal (coughSpikecough), we just lay on the beach, drying off from our swim. The sun was warm, and the birds chirped happily.
Chase had apologized to the lifeguard, who now watched us like a hawk. I was positive we were now on his bad side.
He also apologized to the kid, who wasn't too happy about having his kayak paddle ripped out of his hands by a rampaging beast. His words, not mine.
That episode behind us, we looked forward to brighter camp days, ones without Spike popping in on the fun.
Just as we were getting ready to head back to the cabins, the dinner bell rang. We all met up in the Dining Hall for Taco Tuesday. Chef Perry, unfourtunately, was called upon to demonstrate cooking skills.
I'm pretty sure half the meat was wet cat food. And not just because of the taste. I saw her wheeling in a couple value packs of the stuff in, and cardboard boxes and cans out. Flaky tuna flavor.
Needless to say, that was one interesting taco.
At least we got churros for dessert. Which were thankfully from a frozen package. (For those of you that don't know, churros are a Mexican doughnut shaped like a stick rolled in cinnamin-sugar. Alot of people in MI don't know what they are, so just to clarify)
After dinner we went to the ropes course. All of us had fun, even Owen, who only came along 'to get a new perspective on the world'.
Whatever.
Except, we discovered that Chase is scared of heights.
He got sick on the tight rope and hurled on a group of girls beneath the course. That all go to Mission Creek High. They screamed and ran off.
Maybe Adam was right and Chase would be single the rest of his life.
After that, there was a bonfire. We all went and had s'mores. Nobody went near Chase.
News sure travels fast around here.
The whole camp nearly died of laughter when Chef Perry had too many s'mores. As in 17.
We all turned in early, it had been a big day, especially for poor Chase. He had been dragged into this.
Just goes to teach him not to gamble.
Davenport let us slide on calling him. Instaid, he just sent us a text. He said Eddy had been a pain in the butt, no questions asked.
We went to bed before 9:30, long before anyone else even entered the cabin.
Sleep.
Ahhhhhhh...
*The Next Day*
**Chase's POV**
I groaned and rolled out of my warm, soft, comfy bed. It was almost nice enough to make up for yesterday.
I said almost.
The birds chirped and the wind lightly rustled the grass. It was a beautiful day, too much so to be ruined on a 'fun' camp activity.
Maybe we could do something simple, like the water park, or a hike. I would talk it over with them at breakfast.
At breakfast, we were lucky enough to have cereal. That is one thing I never thought I would say.
"I say we let Chase pick what we do today because of what happened yesterday." Janelle said.
The whole table nodded their agreement.
Except for Adam.
"Let Chase pick!? That's like letting a two year old change their own diaper! It's going to get messy!" he complained. "Wait, check that, it's going to STINK!"
I rolled my eyes. "How about a hike?"
"Sounds good! I could sketch wildflowers." Owen said.
Everyone chorused their agreement.
"Then, after lunch, we could go to the waterpark." I suggested, looking at Adam.
"And I'm in!"
It was settled.
**Bree's POV**
"Ugh! You already have that one! Can we move on now?" I complained, watching Owen sketch another flower in his book.
"This one is positioned diffrently." he replied matter of factly.
I rolled my eyes. "Whatever."
We had been hiking for the past two hours, and in that time we had barely walked a mile out of the three mile trail. If we didn't hurry we weren't going to make it back to lunch, which was in an hour.
Caitlin, who was badly sunburned, had stayed back at the First Aid for a cream to put on it.
I sighed. "Ok, but last one! If we don't hurry, we aren't going to make it back for lunch."
He finished drawing and packed up his supplies. He showed his sketch to Chase.
"Wow! That is a great picture of Rudbeckia Hirta." he exclaimed.
"Cut the scientific lingo." I told him.
He rolled his eyes. "Also commonly known as the Black-Eyed Susan."
"Nerd." Leo snickered to Janelle.
"I can hear you!"
"Oh, yeah! You have bion-" Leo clamped a hand over Janelle's mouth.
"Yes, he has very good hearing." Leo finished for her.
She nodded. "Sorry." She whispered.
Forty-five minutes later, they still had a mile to go.
I pulled Chase aside. "We aren't going to make it back in time for lunch. What should we do?"
Chase sighed. "I know. If we skip it, the only food we have is our vending machine passes. But it's not like we can just fill up on that till dinner. If only we all had your speed! Unless..."
"Unless what?" I asked, annoyed and hungry.
"You super speed back, get food and we have a picnic here."
"That's a great idea!"
"Well, I am a genius."
"Don't push it."
"Right." He said quickly.
"Go distract Owen. It's not that hard. Just find a flower." I told him.
"On it!" he ran off.
As soon as Owen had begun sketching, I super sped to the Dining Hall and grabbed some food. It was chips and sandwiches. Then I sped over to my cabin, grabbed a sheet, and ran back to the trail.
Owen was still drawing.
"Wow! You take a long time to sketch! In the time you were drawing, I was able to run back and grab food." I told him. He seemed to believe me.
We all feasted on ham and turkey sandwiches with bbq chips. Luckily, Adam had a quart of lemonade in his backpack. No idea where he got that.
After we had lunch, we continued on our hike. The last mile only took about an half hour.
When we got back, we grabbed our gear and headed to the water park.
The water park was made up of four sections: the pool, the slide, the splash pad and the hot tub.
We decided to play Marco-Polo.
Chase, who used his bionic hearing, was never it for more than ten seconds.
After that, we ran through the splash pad. It was ice cold!
We went and hopped in the hot tub to warm up.
"I maked a contest!" Adam said.
"The correct grammar would - you know what, it isn't even worth it." Chase mumbled.
"Anyway, my challenge is who can go down the slide the fastest." Adam finished.
So, we spent the rest of the afternoon racing down the water slide.
"Fifteen minutes till the water park closes." a voice crackled over the speakers.
So far, I was in the lead with speed, followed by Leo.
But Adam was bent on winning his own contest.
"Allow me to show you how it's done ladies." He drawled to me and Leo.
"Hey!" Leo yelped.
He used his super strength as he grabbed on to the bar at the top. He swung under the bar, giving himself a head start.
But he wasn't the only object careening down the slide at a high speed.
When he had used his strength, he had ripped the pole off its bolts.
"Oops! Sorry!" he said to the lifeguard.
The same lifeguard that we had made angry yesterday.
We were banned from the waterpark for the remainder of our time at camp.
