The actual bus was anything but interesting, though the ride was not. Barry, who sat beside me, had it worse than I did. His brother and he had been caught with books and going to an amusement park so he had to come to the camp every summer until he was eighteen. These rollercoasters sound really interesting, maybe when I'm eighteen I'll sneak into a muggle theme park and ride one.
"A hundred bottles of beer on the wall, a hundred bottles of beer, take one down, pass it around, ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall," I found myself singing with the rest of the "children of the death eaters" choir. The conductor was a girl who looked to be sixteen or seventeen.
We managed to finish that song and started to sing some rather silly tunes. We even sang one song that everyone told me was by Monty Python. "Eric the Half a Bee," was that song. It was a blast, but the punishment for being so loud wasn't (the coach, who I have decided to call Tyrant, couldn't get us in trouble for singing muggle songs because we weren't at the camp yet).
"I'm Orville, and I will watch as you do the laundry of everyone else," Tyrant, who I will now call O.J. (from Firestarter by Stephen King), said.
Yuck, I hate laundry almost as much as I hate paradoxes! I don't want to even look at the underwear of others, led alone wash it. I couldn't help but stare when Josphine, one of Barry's friends, asked something that one might not want to.
"Um . . . what happens if we barf all over the clothes? Are we allowed to see the nurse, or do we continue to wash?"
"You go to the nurse and have to do the laundry again tomorrow," O.J said. At this I just about protested, but shut my mouth because that would be nagging and O.J. would kill me for nagging.
The laundry time was long and horrendous. A guy named Britan started to dance and I thought he might have been having a seizure. I've never seen anyone dance that weird. I wasn't concentrating on what he was singing, so I don't know the words, nor do I care what they are.
As I left I felt lethargic and dead tired. I began to feel less tired as I began to talk with the boys in the cabin. Britan was there, and I don't know why, but he had a stero ("they only nag at you if you have a book," he said). He again began to make me question if he was having a seizure.
I slowly fell asleep, though I only got to sleep for four hours. When I awoke it was no wonder that I half fell over.
Our breakfast was not very nutritious, or delicious. Nachos with burnt cheese are very gross, not anything good at all.
"Anyone want to lend a shoulder?" I asked, I was that tired.
"No," everyone said.
"To the lake!" O.J. said after my announcement.
It turned out he meant to the changing rooms by the lake, where I had to change into swimming trunks. The swimming trunks were a garish shade of green that made my eyes hurt.
"Did our parents pick these out?" Britan asked, fear in his voice.
"Probably," Barry replied.
"That sucks," said a teenager with fluorescent purple hair and a nose ring.
I decided to wear a t-shirt over my trunks because I wasn't about ready to have anyone see me in something so skimpy.
"Nice hair," I said to Mr. Purple Hair.
"Thanks," replied he.
"I was being sarcastic," said I.
He grabbed a hold of the collar of my shirt. "Don't you dare insult me," he said.
Having read these kind of books I decided to scream my lungs out, but before I could do that I found myself to have fallen flat on my butt.
"Your breath stinks," he said.
I guess it is irony that for once I think my stinky breath came in handy. I've always hated it, but at that time I didn't.
The swimming lessons were chaotic because to the say the least the group is not exactly saintly. We had to learn how to hold our breath under water and everyone who already knew how to do that went about dancing like ballerinas. It was quite a sight, until I found out how badly sunburned I was.
Worse yet, we had to do more outside including learning how to give someone a manicure, that was torture! The girls didn't enjoy it because most of them already knew it all and I didn't because I stink at art! I don't know why we did that outside, nor do I truly care. I had to paint my toenails bright pink.
That night I had trouble getting to sleep because of my sunburns. Britan had brought Aloe Vera in case such things would happen. I had to put about two pounds on my shoulders because I don't tan; I burn. The skin on my shoulders felt tight and only added to the trouble.
Author's Note: I got the idea for Britan's dancing from a classmate named Brett, who dances in the same way. I had fun with this one. Have you ever tasted burnt nacho cheese? It goes down your throat like the contents of your nose (mucus and boogers). A lot of the ideas for this came from personal experience or that of friends, including the burning and the asking if someone would lend a shoulder. I don't burn very easily, but my friend, Maggie does, though I know all about not being able to sleep do to painful sunburns. I guess I'll tell you the story. My cousin and I had been at the local theme park for a few hours when we went to the Water Park across from it. It was then that we noticed our skin was red and began to feel what the sun had caused. My cousin managed to sleep well, but it was quite a different story for me. I kept putting Aloe Vera on my shoulders and face so that the skin felt tight. Then finally three or four days later we both began to peel. I have some Greek blood in me, so I don't peel as bad as he does. He peeled often and in huge masses, but I peeled little and rarely. I have to tell you guys that I'm going to see Lemony Snicket on Friday and am rather excited about it!