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Chapter Four: Apollo

I mean—!

Just screw it…

What the..? I thought, flinging my legs over the side of my bunk and groped around my table for my glasses. Finding them I ran out of the cabin, with Herc yelling after me "HEY! CALLUS! WHERE ARE YOU GOING?"

I remember one of the counselors saying on the way up, "The girls are pink, the boys are blue, and there will be absolutely no purple. That's right, forget any thoughts you're having. No boys in the girls' cabin, no girls in the boys' cabin. Yuh got that? Good."

Screw you, hillbilly. I'm going to see my sister.

After all, I was already breaking the rule about 10pm-6am. That's quiet time. You don't have to sleep, but you have to remain in your cabin and be respectful (noise-wise) of other campers.

I was the only one that listened, and yet I'm still breaking the rules. And even worse, on the first night! I'm the rule follower! What am I doing?

That's right Callum. What are you doing?

Oh, right. That's what I'm doing.

I ran through the woods, trying to remember where Diana's cabin was. Second left, second left, second left. I quickly got to her cabin, and I was up the steps, ready to knock.

Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa! Callum STOP!

I froze, and considered what would happen if I did knock. Someone would wake up, call the counselors, and I'd be shipped home. I could NOT survive another summer with our Mom. I just couldn't.

She wasn't even our real Mom. She was just another foster parent, and before you'd know it she'd be gone, the last name Skee gone with it.

I turned around and walked back to my cabin, tired as ever now.

Who are you? I thought as hard as I could. Don't answer, please don't answer, pllllleeeease don't—.

Apollo, God of poetry, music, and a bunch of other cool stuff.

And why the hell are you in my brain exactly?

Because eventually, you will be me.

And that's exactly how the camp counselor found me, passed out in the middle of the woods.

Oooh! Cliffie-ish-thing!

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