II.
Confidence, Clarke. She reminded herself. She wasn't going to be dragged into any more trouble by the notorious Bellamy Blake. She was going to hold her own and not get picked on like she was 12.
Walking up to Jaha, she is greeted with a warm smile. "Hi, Clarke, how are your parents doing?" Jaha asks calmly, silently hoping that Bellamy and Clarke won't be stirring up trouble now that they are both counselors.
"They're doing fine, just busy with work, other wise I'm sure they would have come to say hello. How's Wells? Is he here?" Clarke asks, seeking out one of her closest friends.
"Wells was invited to a summer-long prep course for university, you know Wells, he couldn't turn down an offer like that." Jaha replies. Clarke nodded, she could always count on Wells to stand up for her, but he was becoming more distant lately with school, but she knew how much he focused on his future and how important it was to him. "Here Clarke" Jaha continued, handing Clarke her list of campers, "Cabin 5, I trust you remember it from-"
"The third year fire fiasco" Bellamy butted in, making Clarke jump, not noticing his approach. "That was a good year," he said giving off a famous Bellamy-Blake-Smile.
"Ahhh Bellamy," Greeted Jaha, "I trust you had a good year?"
"Oh it was great, sir" Bellamy replied.
"I hope I made the right choice making you Head Counselor, as well as the Cabin 8 Counselor?"
"Yes Sir" Bellamy responded, taking his camper list and flashing Jaha a trustworthy smile, or as much as a trouble-prone-person can manage.
"Hey Jaha!" Octavia butted it from behind her brother, flashing him a Blake-Family-smile.
"Octavia," he said smiling, noticeably happier towards the younger girl, probably because she wasn't one half of a troublesome duo that lit cabin 5 on fire Clarke observed. "You're in Cabin 2, don't worry, next year you'll be a counselor like Clarke and Bellamy." Jaha said, noticing her pout.
"Next year." She agreed.
Walking down the path to camp, Clarke felt right at home. Many of the counselors were all laughing and talking, causing the happiness to ring through the forest.
She observed the banter of Octavia and Bellamy ahead, "I can't believe you actually called him sir" Octavia laughed.
Monty and Jasper walked behind Clarke, discussing the medical properties of some of the plants on the side of the trail. "Remember when got you to eat a pine cone?" laughed Jasper. "Common, you promised not to bring that up!" Monty replied, pulling Jasper's goggles away from his face allowing them to smack back into his face when he let go. "Ow!"
The inseparable duo had some pretty strange nights, Clarke didn't doubt that, she also didn't doubt they had a stash of alcohol some where at camp, for 'emergencies' they would tell her.
Hazing off from their conversation, Clarke shifted her focus to the big elm tree that stood by the camp entrance, marking the end of their hike to camp. The tall elm had been there for a long time, scratched on its bark were the names of the counselors at camp who had won the yearly capture the flag game against the neighboring, Groundfield Camp, or the grounders for short.
The annual capture the flag game was always eventful, as it meant the end of the summer. In the past the games had always been close with exception of the past few years where camp Centaire's strategy was really lacking. But this year they would win, not only had Clarke been running through game plans in her head, but had been waiting for her chance to put these plans into action since she was young.
The hoots and hollers grew louder as the counselors noticed their arrival at the camp entrance, some looking up at the elm with smiles, some older counselors touching their names. "This year" some would claim passing by the tree, entering the camp.
Walking through the camp boundaries sent a wave of memories flooding back. Octavia happily flung her arm around Clarke's shoulder, "Welcome home," she said, breathing in chest full of camp air. "WE'RE BACK BITCHES!" She yelled, earning happy roar from the counselors.