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A Lavender Twilight
Chapter Two:
Edward POV
"Bye sweetie! I hope you have fun at camp!"
That was the last text I received from my mom before I lost cell signal. All because I decided to go to lacrosse camp for a month, in a town called Somers, Montana; a place that didn't believe in technology, apparently.
My body jerked forward as the bus came to a stop in front of the gates of the best lacrosse camp in the country. It's not like I was forced to come this year, or any year in that case, but I just didn't like the idea of wasting my summer vacation watching TV in Chicago. Don't get me wrong, I love where I live, but I just like to change it up a bit. Go on as many vacations as I can, explore the world.
As I stepped off the bus, I saw the guys I would be seeing everyday for the next 29 days. Some looked nice, some looked too stupid to even have a conversation with. I saw a few faces that I recognized from the previous years. I double checked the piece of paper that had my camp information on it, and saw that I was in Cabin 1 this year, because I was going to be a senior next school year.
I was almost to my cabin when I ran into someone, his massive size knocking me straight to the ground.
"Oh, sorry dude. Didn't see you there. I'm Emmett McCarty, I'm in Cabin 1." He said excitedly pulling me to my feet.
"I'm Edward Masen, and I'm in Cabin 1, too." I replied, massaging my aching shoulder.
"Sweet! We're roomies!" Emmett smiled like a five year old in a candy store. "I was the first one here, so I don't know if anyone else has shown up yet."
"Cool, well, I guess I'll see you in the cabin then," I laughed, heading towards the cabin.
When I walked in, I saw that there were four other guys picking out their beds. Once they were settled, I noticed that there was only a top bunk left so I tossed my bags up there quickly.
"Hey, I'm Jasper Whitlock," the guy on the bed below me said. His accent was so thick that I knew he was from the south. "I'm from Alabama, you?"
"I'm Edward Masen, Chicago." I said, turning to the other three guys.
"I'm Mike Newton, Michigan," a blond hair, blue eyed guy instantly said.
"I'm Eric Yorkie, Arizona," a kid with glasses answered.
"And I'm Ben Cheney, I live in Kentucky," the last one said.
"Aw did I miss the introductions?" Emmett barged in nearly taking the screen door off its hinges.
"Sorry man," I laughed at his insulted expression. "That's Jasper, Mike, Edward, and, uh?" I felt bad that I couldn't remember his name.
"Ben," he added.
Instead of shaking their hands Emmett scooped the four of them into a bear hug.
"Uh, Emmett? Could you put me down please?" Jasper choked out.
"Oh, sorry. I guess that was weird, I'm just really happy to meet all of you!" Emmett apologized shyly. "We're going to have so much fun this summer. You guys have no idea."
"I bet we will," I chuckled. "Do you guys know what time we have to meet at the bonfire?" I asked, hoping somebody knew.
"Yeah, we have to be there at seven. They're giving us time to settle in first," Jasper answered quietly.
After making my bed, I glanced at my watch and saw that we still had about an hour until we had to be there, so I took out my iPod and decided to relax a little. I turned on Clair De Lune by Debussy, this song always made me calm.
I didn't realize I had fallen asleep until Emmett came over and shook me violently. "Come on! We're gonna be late to the bonfire, man! Hurry!"
I groaned and look at my wrist, noticing that I had been asleep for almost an hour.
"Shit," I whispered under my breath. Getting off my bed, I tried to smooth out my hair; the bronze strands always seemed to have a mind of their own. Taming it was near impossible, so I gave up and just decided to go.
When Emmett and I got to the bonfire everyone was already sitting down but luckily we found spot next Jasper. The camp director was just coming in front of us to welcome us to the camp.
"Welcome to the Somers' Lacrosse Camp. I'm Carlisle Cullen, camp director, and head coach of the camp's varsity lacrosse team." The crowd applauded excitedly. "This is Phil Dwyer, my assistant coach, and the coach for the camp's JV team. Now, this year, camp is going to be a little different, because I've decided to make some changes around here. I know most of you are aware that the Lakeside Field Hockey Camp is right across the lake." The crowd cheered even louder now. "Calm down everyone," Carlisle laughed. "Since they are so close, and they play the closest thing to lacrosse out here, we will be having some practices with the girls throughout the weeks. The first practice will be tomorrow after lunch. We will have practice after breakfast to see what team you will be on." The director droned on. I didn't understand the concept of having us practice with the girls, we're obviously stronger and faster than them, so playing with them would be a waste of time.
"Dinner will be at 7:30 pm, you have ten minutes to make it to the dining hall." Carlisle closed his speech with that ending statement, making all of the guys swarm up the hill.
After I got my food I found Jasper and Emmett at a table so I joined them. Emmett had three trays of food, each stacked so high you would think it would have fallen over by now. Even more impressive was how much food he could shove into his face in a single bite. Sickening but still pretty impressive.