Chapter Three: Apollo
Oh shoot, Callum!
Nevermind…
Thank God, I didn't get stuck in the knucklehead cabin.
Well, no, that wasn't the cabin's name. They got the initials RK, not KH. But I think you know what I mean.
In the RK cabin was that muscled Texan, Ty; the goth boy, Van; Bieber-head, Jake; and surfer dude, Dean. All the jocks shoved into one cabin. Suckish, huh?
Not more suckish than the losers in my cabin.
I was a tad excited, but not freaked out completely like Diana. I was happy to see her go run off with her group of gals, hopefully away from me for the rest of the summer.
The driver moved on to the boys, telling us that we would be on the first left path, next to the girls. He quickly dismissed the RK cabin, and I figured I would be in the next one like Di.
"Gabriel Kiesender." He was all made up like a girl. His hair was even slicked back!
"Herc Messal." A guy in red echo sneaks with wings on them, too busy texting to hear his name called the first time.
"Nick Outouri." A very woodsy looking dork. He had a hiking backpack on, which on the bus I heard him say was for 'emergencies'.
"Callum Skee." That was me. I walked up, avoiding eye contact with my cabin mates.
"Beck Winnow." I tried to avert my eyes as he dragged his feet to the front of the pack, obviously bored.
"That's it, you're the GD cabin. Go now!"
This was the first time where I was first leading a group. I jogged ahead, Nick trudged behind me, admiring the wildlife. Then was Gabriel, trying to keep his hair down. Behind him was Herc, texting. Beck was still down in the clearing, too bored to care that we'd left already.
I got to the yurt first, plunking down on what seemed like my bunk. It had all these musical notes on the cover, and it was bright yellow, my favorite color. I plugged my iPod into the built in charger for in the morning, when I'd wake up early and be instantly bored.
I shook my fist to the ground and held up my watch. It was only 7:30, but I was still exhausted. I get tired early.
It maybe started when I was six, and my first grade teacher taught me the saying, "Early to bed, early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise." Ever since I've woken up early, gone to bed late, and become obsessed with rhymes.
And, of course, loved Ben Franklin.
The other boys finally got into the cabin, Herc still texting. I tucked myself under the covers and pulled the glasses off of my nose.
Goodnight, I told myself.
Sweet dreams, myself answered back.
I bolted upright out of bed…
…that wasn't me.
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~~~~~Max
