Sunny Really Hates Storm
Wildcat Woods Cheerleading Camp lead by Olympic Bronze Medalist Coach Roz Washington has always had strict rules regarding the campers.
1) No real names. Each camper will be given a Camp Name their first day and will be used thereafter. Only medical and administrative staff knows the campers real names.
2) No personal information. Everything outside of camp is irrelevant at camp so leave all details about your personal life at home.
3) Absolutely No arguing. Arguing leads to distrust and distrust leads to injuries. There will be no injuries under Olympic Bronze Medalist Coach Roz Washington's watch.
These rules have been in place for decades and it wasn't until Sunny and Storm came to camp that a rule was broken for the first time and the other two rules became highly inconvenient.
Part One
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Chapter 1 : Isolation Cabin
July 20, 2009
"STORM! You are DIABOLICAL!!!" Sunny screams as she runs from the bathrooms towards the cabins, her soaking wet and formally blonde, now bright green hair making it very obvious as to why she is angry.
A few seconds later a blood curdling scream is heard from Cabin 12 and Storm bursts through the door in a fury covered in spiders. She flails her arms trying to get them off of her in a clear panic screaming at the top of her lungs, "SUNNY! ¡ESPERO QUE MUERAS UNA MUERTE LENTA Y DOLOROSA, HIJO DE PUTA!" (I HOPE YOU DIE A SLOW AND PAINFUL DEATH, SON OF A BITCH!") She strips off her oversized orange camp T-shirt that she had been sleeping in leaving her in just her black sports bra and boxers as her breathing gets faster and shallower.
Sunny barrels into Storm, knocking both incoming sophomore girls to the ground. Insults and punches are thrown. Green and black hair strands get ripped out by the handful.
A crowd gathers around the two mortal enemies. "FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!" Their fellow campers at Wildcat Woods Cheerleading Camp in the back woods of Allen County, Ohio start chanting. Given that they are all cheerleaders, they are incredibly loud and garner the attention of Camp Director, Coach Roz Washington, who comes running towards the commotion.
A single sharp blow of her whistle and the crowd parts, allowing the strict, no nonsense coach to see Sunny and Storm full on wrestling in the dirt. She reaching into the fray and grabs the smaller of the two girls, aptly given the camp name Storm as she is a tiny Latina with such a fiery temper, off of Sunny, who is normally the beaming ray of sunshine of the entire camp. "Are you two fucking kidding me? It's day two and you're at each other's throats already?" She says incredibly exasperated as she drops Storm now that she has stopped flailing her limbs.
Both girls launch into their torrid stories of what the other girl had done to them and they are promptly cut off by another high pitch whistle blow.
"Oh hell naw! We are absolutely not having a repeat of last year! Pack your bags, it's the isolation cabin for the rest of camp for you two." Coach Roz says firmly, leaving no room for arguments. "You will not speak to another soul except for staff and each other. Understood?" She pauses, eyeing each girl, waiting for their acknowledgement.
"Yes, Coach." Both girls grumble.
"Excuse me, what was that?" Coach barks.
"Yes, Coach!" Sunny and Storm respond in full attention.
She then turns to the other campers. "Sunny and Storm are off limits, no one is allowed to speak a word to them or there will be horrible consequences. Everyone clear?"
"Yes, Coach!" The campers respond, promptly.
"Good, now everyone give me twenty laps around the gym while I get these two miscreants taken care of!" She orders, dismissing them, ignoring the groans as they run off. The coach turns to Sunny and Storm, arms crossed over her chest. "What are you waiting for? A formal invitation? Get moving!" Both girls scramble in opposite directions towards their now former cabins. "You have five minutes to pack your shit and get your asses back here!"
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Coach Roz hits the weather-worn cabin door open with her hip and then pushes Sunny and Storm into the small single room cabin. It's just large enough for two twin beds with a small four drawer dresser between them with an alarm clock that looks like it's been around since at least the 70s and a single window above it. There is a small bathroom tucked into the front right corner next to the door on the left.
"You two are band from activities for the rest of the day." Coach barks, one hand on hip and the other pointing back and forth between the two teens. "You will report to the mess hall to help with dinner prep half an hour before dinner every day and then you will eat all of your meals at the isolation table behind the kitchen." Instructs the fed up coach before she abruptly turns around and marches out of the cabin, slamming the door behind her.
"This is all your fault! You think you are so much better than everyone and you can't stand to have actual competition!" Screams Storm as she drops her duffle bag at the foot of the closest of the two twin beds and plummets face first onto the thin bare musty mattress, ignoring the cloud of dust puffing up around her.
"What the hell? You dyed my hair green with Kool-Aid and now I'm stuck with your crusty ass for the rest of the summer!" Sunny retorts while she starts aggressively unpacking her clothes into the top two drawers of the dresser.
"Temporarily green hair is nothing compared to the bucket of spiders you rigged up to dump on me in my sleep!" Storm bellows as she sits up and hugs the pillow to her chest. "You know I'm terrified of spiders!" Chills run down her entire body at just the memory of the spiders crawling all over her.
"Of course I know you are." Cackles Sunny. "That's why I did it. I'm just getting you back for all the shit you did to me last year."
"Dios! (God!) You are pure evil! I don't know why everyone here thinks the sun shines out of your ass. Tú eres el diablo." (You are the devil.) Storm grumbles. "Just stay the hell away from me." She lays back down and turns aggressively over so she's facing the wall.
"As long as you stay away from me, bitch." Responds Sunny, slamming the drawers shut as she stomps across the creaky wood floor to make up the other bed.
A few minutes later, the ancient camp custodian Bumble comes creaking into the cabin with a mop and bucket in one hand and a caddy full of cleaning supplies and rags in the other. She normally never speaks to any of the campers but just grumbles to herself and carries on her business and today is no different. She shuffles in and drops the supplies into the middle of the room and shuffles right back out, leaving the door wide open, grumbling right back down the steps.
Storm whips her eyes from Sunny to the pile of cleaning supplies and back to Sunny. "You heard her. Get cleaning."
"God! Of course you think you are too good to get your hands dirty." Sunny exclaims incredulously as she throws her hands up in the air. "Well Princesa, you are just as responsible for us being stuck in this decrepit cabin as I am, so get off your high horse and help me make this at least a little less disease ridden and bug infested." She tosses a rag at Storm's face and adds with a sadistic chuckle, "The cleaner this place is, the less likely a spider will want to join you in your bed while you sleep."
That was enough to motivate Storm to jump up off the bed and start cleaning every surface with vigor. The two girls clean with silent aggression and countless glares and three hours later the cabin, even though it's not sparkling, is at least passible for human habitation. They collapse onto their beds with simultaneous groans.
"Ouch!" Sunny exclaims, "This bed is so hard." Sitting up and rubbing her back.
"What did you expect from a two inch mattress on a sheet of plywood? A cloud?" Storm scoffs, staring up at the rickety ceiling fan watching it wobble as it gives off the only breeze.
"Whatever, smart ass." Sunny rolls her eyes and scoots back to lean against the wall. She glances at the clock on the dresser, noting that they have an hour before they need to be in the mess hall, she tucks her pillow behind her head and rests her eyes and thinks about what a horrible summer this is turning out to be.