I awakened feeling refreshed, energetic, and… cold. Then I realized that I had nothing on
but my tightie whities! I didn't even have on any shoes! I closed my eyes tight, hoping
it was all a dream. Then I heard voices…
"I told you it wasn't a wonder bra," John-Michael said.
"And I told you she didn't wear a thong," Alex retorted.
"Well I was the one who guessed her cup size correctly," Charlie said triumphantly. What
the hell? I thought silently.
I sat up quickly. "Okay, fuckers, where the hell are my clothes?"
They all looked at each other and then shrugged but they wore matching cat-ate-the-canary
grins. The bus stopped and Mr. Thomas stepped on board.
"Everybody off!" he yelled.
Everyone began to get their stuff together, including the Three Stooges.
"Um, in case you haven't noticed, it's time to get off the bus and I need my clothes."
"We noticed."
"Then why the hell aren't you giving me my clothes?" They grinned. "No way. No way!" I
began to tear the bus apart, looking for my clothes. They began to get off of the bus. "Damn
it!" I yelled. "That's it!"
I ran down the aisle and tackled the three of them then struggled to pull their clothes off.
Unfortunately there were three of them and one of me so that didn't exactly work. They ran
off of the bus laughing.
"Okay, Sammy," I said out loud to myself. "You can work this." And with that I strutted
off of the bus confidently.
Mr. Thomas had been talking to the band but when I exited the bus a hush came over the group.
"Um, Sammy, where are your clothes?" Mr. Thomas inquired.
"I don't know." I smiled innocently. Every head swiveled towards Alex, Charlie, and
John-Michael. They smiled innocently.
"Boys, where are Sammy's clothes?" They shrugged.
"Boys." Mr. T sounded threatening.
"Okay, okay." Alex reached into his pants and pulled out my shorts while Charlie and John
pulled my T-shirt and flip-flops out of their pants. They handed my stuff to me.
I held the clothes by the tips of my fingers. "I'm not so sure I want to wear these now."
But I put them on anyway.
"I can't believe this. We've barely arrived at camp and already you're in trouble." Mr.
Thomas said.
"But Mr. T you should be used to it by now. It's happened every other year at camp,"
John-Michael said.
Mr. Thomas glared. "Tomorrow you boys will have bathroom cleanup duty."
The Three Stooges groaned. "Mr. T, that's not necessary. I can think of a much better
punishment." I cracked my knuckles and glared.
Mr. Thomas smiled. "Okay Sammy. I think that whatever punishment you give out will be fitting
to the crime. Boys, do what she says."
They groaned. I smiled deviously.
"Now as I was saying," Mr. T began. "Your cabin assignments are on that bus over there. If
you have any trouble finding your cabin ask a section leader. As soon as you get to your
cabin, unpack and go to sleep." He looked at the low brass section when he said that. "We'll
discuss the rules in the morning. Be showered and in the lunch hall by 7:30 sharp. Now go
find your cabins."
I was in Cabin 2 in the low brass section with Katie, Julie, and Amber, the only other low
brass girls marching. I was about to grab my stuff and start walking when I caught the Three
Stooges trying to sneak away from me.
"Oh boys," I called in a singsong voice. "I think I need a little help over here." They
slowly walked over to me. "I need you to carry my stuff to my cabin for me. That would be
my trombone, my guitar, my two suitcases, my carry-on bag, aaaaand… me! Don't forget your
stuff too." I cackled evilly.
Alex carried my trombone and carry-on bag, Charlie grabbed my suitcases and guitar, and
John-Michael gave me a piggyback ride. Somehow they also managed to carry their stuff.
Payback was a bitch.
but my tightie whities! I didn't even have on any shoes! I closed my eyes tight, hoping
it was all a dream. Then I heard voices…
"I told you it wasn't a wonder bra," John-Michael said.
"And I told you she didn't wear a thong," Alex retorted.
"Well I was the one who guessed her cup size correctly," Charlie said triumphantly. What
the hell? I thought silently.
I sat up quickly. "Okay, fuckers, where the hell are my clothes?"
They all looked at each other and then shrugged but they wore matching cat-ate-the-canary
grins. The bus stopped and Mr. Thomas stepped on board.
"Everybody off!" he yelled.
Everyone began to get their stuff together, including the Three Stooges.
"Um, in case you haven't noticed, it's time to get off the bus and I need my clothes."
"We noticed."
"Then why the hell aren't you giving me my clothes?" They grinned. "No way. No way!" I
began to tear the bus apart, looking for my clothes. They began to get off of the bus. "Damn
it!" I yelled. "That's it!"
I ran down the aisle and tackled the three of them then struggled to pull their clothes off.
Unfortunately there were three of them and one of me so that didn't exactly work. They ran
off of the bus laughing.
"Okay, Sammy," I said out loud to myself. "You can work this." And with that I strutted
off of the bus confidently.
Mr. Thomas had been talking to the band but when I exited the bus a hush came over the group.
"Um, Sammy, where are your clothes?" Mr. Thomas inquired.
"I don't know." I smiled innocently. Every head swiveled towards Alex, Charlie, and
John-Michael. They smiled innocently.
"Boys, where are Sammy's clothes?" They shrugged.
"Boys." Mr. T sounded threatening.
"Okay, okay." Alex reached into his pants and pulled out my shorts while Charlie and John
pulled my T-shirt and flip-flops out of their pants. They handed my stuff to me.
I held the clothes by the tips of my fingers. "I'm not so sure I want to wear these now."
But I put them on anyway.
"I can't believe this. We've barely arrived at camp and already you're in trouble." Mr.
Thomas said.
"But Mr. T you should be used to it by now. It's happened every other year at camp,"
John-Michael said.
Mr. Thomas glared. "Tomorrow you boys will have bathroom cleanup duty."
The Three Stooges groaned. "Mr. T, that's not necessary. I can think of a much better
punishment." I cracked my knuckles and glared.
Mr. Thomas smiled. "Okay Sammy. I think that whatever punishment you give out will be fitting
to the crime. Boys, do what she says."
They groaned. I smiled deviously.
"Now as I was saying," Mr. T began. "Your cabin assignments are on that bus over there. If
you have any trouble finding your cabin ask a section leader. As soon as you get to your
cabin, unpack and go to sleep." He looked at the low brass section when he said that. "We'll
discuss the rules in the morning. Be showered and in the lunch hall by 7:30 sharp. Now go
find your cabins."
I was in Cabin 2 in the low brass section with Katie, Julie, and Amber, the only other low
brass girls marching. I was about to grab my stuff and start walking when I caught the Three
Stooges trying to sneak away from me.
"Oh boys," I called in a singsong voice. "I think I need a little help over here." They
slowly walked over to me. "I need you to carry my stuff to my cabin for me. That would be
my trombone, my guitar, my two suitcases, my carry-on bag, aaaaand… me! Don't forget your
stuff too." I cackled evilly.
Alex carried my trombone and carry-on bag, Charlie grabbed my suitcases and guitar, and
John-Michael gave me a piggyback ride. Somehow they also managed to carry their stuff.
Payback was a bitch.