MONDAY.
"Jamie, honey, wake up. You and Sophie are going to the activity week today, remember?" Ms. Bennett had spent at least one hour and a half trying to wake up her sleeping son.
"But mom that is becoming SO boring…" Jamie answered.
"JAMIE BENNETT, YOU GET UP RIGHT NOW"
Jamie groaned. That camp had started as a fun activity, but every year they placed exaggerated safety measures that literally killed the fun.
"If only Jack was there, it would be fun till no end" he thought. "But he can't. The summer spirit will probably burn him for just laying a foot in the Overland Lake and he needs to spread winter and fun in other parts of the world. He and the Guardians don't have time for a summer camp"
And, boy, he didn't know how wrong he was about that last thought.
"Come on kids, it will be fun. They say that 5 new teenagers also signed up" Ms. Bennett said, trying to cheer up her children and their friends.
"Oh yeah, there's noting more fun that going swimming covered with a least five layers of sunscreen to the point that you look like Jack Frost´s hair" said Cupcake.
"Don't forget that you can't go cricket-hunting because you are going to confuse a cricket with a spider" said Claude and Caleb at the same time, which was typical of the twins.
"And the reason we can´t eat marshmallows is because we will burn our tongue" Monty finished.
"You guys are forgetting about not telling stories by the fireplace, just because we can get scared. But that's the point!" added Pippa.
"All right, enough complaining" interrupted Ms. Bennett, obviously tired of hearing the great amount of complains.
"We are here!" said Sophie. She was probably the only one who was excited about the activity week.
"Now remember kids: I´ll pick you up at 8:00 p.m…got it?"
"Yes"
"Good. Please try to have at least some fun" Ms. Bennett basically pleaded.
The kids shared a look between them.
"Fine. We will try to have some fun, Mom"
Ms. Bennett smiled, waved goodbye and drove off.
"All right, we are going to check that everyone is here, so please raise your hands and say "present" when your name is called" the guidance counselor said with the help of a microphone.
"Pippa Anderson?" "Here!"
"Jamie and Sophie Bennett?" "Here!"
"Nicolas Clausen?" "Here!" a teenager, with no more than 17 or 18 years old and dressed with a red long sleeve shirt, black cargo pants and combat boots responded. He also had blue eyes, fair skin, and had a beard and moustache that matched his hair color; a blackish brown.
"Sanderson Dreamlake?" Instead of listening the typical "Here!" the sound of a whistle was heard. Everyone turned their attention to a small and round teen, with no more than 12 or 13 years old, who had blonde hair and yellow, sleepy eyes. He was wearing a yellow shirt, light brown shorts and sandals. And around his neck there was the whistle.
"He reminds me of the Sandman" Jamie heard Monty whisper.
"Ok, I will like to speak to you after we finish here, all right?" said the guidance counselor. Sanderson nodded.
"Good. Now, where were we? Oh yeah! Caleb and Claude Holmes?" "Here!"
"Cupcake Jensen?" "Here!"
"Aster Logan?" "Here!" an Australian voice responded. He was about 18 years old and looked a bit intimidating with all the tattoos around his arms. He had tanned skin, green eyes, black hair and was wearing a light green tank top, blue shorts and sandals. If someone gave the guy sunglasses and a surf board, he was ready for the beach.
"And that guy sounds almost like the Easter Bunny!" said Sophie with a lot of excitement.
"Jackson Overland?" "Here!" Jaime almost had a heart attack. That voice… He turned around to see another teenager with brown hair, brown eyes and fair skin. He wore a plain blue t-shirt, brown shorts and some dark blue boat type shoes.
"Is it just me, or he looks just like Jack Frost?" Pippa asked.
"Don't be silly, Jack Frost always wears a blue hoodie with frost patterns, brown pants and goes around barefoot!" said Cupcake.
"Also, don't forget that to see him you have to believe in him" added Monty.
"And he´s got his staff!" the twins said at the same time.
They were so concentrated in their little debate, that Monty nearly missed being called.
"Monty Python?" "Here!"
"And finally, Tiana Wingflight?" "Here!" The last teenager was a girl who seemed to be around the age of 16. She had light brown skin, light black hair along with a few colorful streaks and her eyes were like amethysts. Her outfight was quiet simple: a pink portrait neck top, white shorts and pink ballerina shoes. She was also wearing a long gold necklace in the shape of a diamond.
"Am I the only who thinks that those five teens look exactly like the Guardians?" Jamie asked his friends.