Chapter 9: Circle of Doom

The next day was fairly boring. Fidget tied bandanas around her brother's hands, and he later had less blisters than usual.

Again, Fidget skipped breakfast, and only ate half of her lunch. The boys were worried about her again.

"Fidget, we don't want you fainting again!" Armpit warned her.

"My sister fainted?" Blaze asked, suddenly listening.

"Yeah, she didn't eat too much." Squid informed him.

"Casey, eat." Blaze ordered, shoving his crackers into her mouth. She coughed and the boys laughed. But she did eat them.

Fidget waited for her brother to finish digging, before they walked back to camp with Squid. When they walked into the tent, the boys were all sitting in a circle with Mom.

It was 'Happy Circle' day.

Great.

More like 'Circle of Doom' day.

Casey and Blaze joined the circle as the other D-Tenters shared stories of how they got there. Some stories were totally random, others were serious. Fidget smiled at Caveman's story, with a pair of shoes falling from the sky.

"So Casey,"

"Fidget." She glared at Mom. The digging, his smirk, the heat, everything was getting to her. 'Let's play smart.'

'I don't think that's a good idea, Casey.'

'And when do you think that anything I do is good?'

The voice shut up.

"Fidget, care to share with the boys your story?"

"No,"

"Well, I'm afraid you'll have to." Mom's smirk stayed in place. Fidget put her hands behind her head and leaned against a cot.

"I took a risk." Was all she said. Her brother sighed.

"Casey, can you tell me at least?" He asked. She shook her head, fidgeted, and ran out of the tent. Only one camper noticed she was about to cry.

The smallest camper quietly snuck out of the tent, a fleeting shadow in the corners of D-Tent's vision.


((Third person, Casey))

I always wondered why I was sent to a boys' camp. Something about the Warden's wishes. I never really cared though. Now, of course, I did.

"What's the matter, kitten? Frightened?" A greasy haired ugly boy shimmied towards where I stood near the pool table, watching some boys from A-Tent play. My bro taught me about defending myself. If it's a boy, kick 'im where it hurts. Other than that, I know how to break a nose. That's about it.

I scowled.

"Wanna come play, pussy?" Grease's friend asked. I ignored them, focusing on the game. They shuffled closer, goofy grins on their faces. I said nothing, but stepped back a bit. They were getting too close for comfort. Not like this camp was built for comfort either.

When Grease grabbed my wrist, there was a thud, and he slid to the ground. Behind him stood Zero, armed with a pool ball. A green ball rolled around my feet, and I picked it up and glared at Goon #2. He ran.

Chicken.

"Thanks," I whispered to Zero as I placed the ball on the table and walked back to the Mess Hall for dinner. He nodded and followed.

By the time we reached the hall, Zero and I were in deep discussion about hair color. As we entered the building, I noticed my brother, Squid, and Caveman were missing from the table. I ignored this little fact as Zero told me something funny. I laughed at him.

Zero fell silent as we reached our table. I gave him an encouraging smile and sat down. My new friend sat beside me and we listened to table discussions. All fairly boring, seeing as we didn't do much other than digging holes. Without a word, Fidget went back to the tent before the rest, and fell asleep before even Zero entered.


If only, if only,

The woodpecker sighed

The bark on the tree was as soft as the sky.

A soft, haunting singing woke Caveman in the middle of the night. It was the song that was passed down through the generations of Stanley's, and within the camp, he had only taught Squid the song. This wasn't Squid. This was a lighter voice, a voice nowhere near carefree. A voice set free by the song.

While the wolf waits below, hungry and lonely.

He cries to the mo-o-on,

If only, if only.

Caveman sat up slowly and looked around. There was Fidget, sitting up in her cot, tears falling down her cheeks. The rest of the campers were unaware of the late night singer, as they were sprawled out on their cots, wearing shirts and boxers. Some, like squid and Magnet, were only wearing boxers. Fidget took no notice of this as she continued on to the next verse, a verse unknown to Caveman. A verse even more haunting and mysterious than the first.

If only, if only,

The moon speaks no reply.

Reflecting the sun, and all that's gone by.

Be brave, my weary wolf,

Turn around boldly.

Fly high my baby bird,

My angel, my only…

As the words died out into the heat of the night, Fidget jumped, startled by Caveman being there. He broke the awkward silence first.

"How do you know that song?"

"Long story. Go to sleep."

"Can you tell me later?"

"Maybe." And with that, the girl promptly lay down and closed her eyes, pretending to sleep. A few stray tears leaked out though, falling onto her pillow.

I already have chapter 10 three quarters done, so if you want it, you're gonna have to review. Until then, I'll be focusing a bit more on my Twilight story. If you have any questions, just ask. Any suggestions, put it in your review.

Thanks for reading!

Sarii

P.S. I'm listening to a song from Holes, I Will Survive. Hehe.