Chapter 1- First Sight.
Tom sat in the back of the bus. His guitar rested beside him, the head protruding into the aisle. His blond dreads were tucked into his usual cap, and his baggy pants and t-shirt were making him sweat in the warm summer weather.
His arms were folded across his chest, his full lips in a pout. He did NOT want to be here. Not one bit. His parents had decided to send him to camp Lake Shores so he would gain some "perspective". Whatever that meant.
He guessed that he had made some mistakes this year, but what was wrong with just talking to him about it? His parents were cowards, apparently. So now he was stuck in nowheresville, Germany. And he was not one bit happy.
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Bill sat in the front. His long black hair covered almost all of his face. He was bent over a notebook, recording his thoughts. The hot summer day was making him sweat, and his eye make up was probably running. He snapped his black arm band, deep in thought .
He hated the actual idea of CAMP, and honest-to-goodness NATURE, but it was a much better option than spending his summers at home. He was actually sort of looking forward to waking up to the bright morning sunshine, and not to his father’s fist....No. He would NOT think about any of that.
This was, in a way, his vacation. And he intended to make the best of it, as if that were possible..
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"Hi!" a blond boy with exceptionally blue eyes said to Tom enthusiastically. Tom nodded in the boy’s direction. "Hey," he replied, waving half heartedly. "My name is Andreas!" the boy told him, smiling so widely that it was borderline creepy. "Umm.. I’m Tom. " Tom told him, trying to arrange his features into a smile.
He thought that he probably looked like a freak. But if he did, Andreas didn’t notice. "So, this is your first year?" he inquired. Tom nodded. "Oh, well I really hope we’re in the same bunk!" Andreas exclaimed. "Yeah, it’d be a real riot.." Tom muttered, fanning himself. Damn, it really was boiling in here...
Andreas finally gave up and wandered up front to sit with an older looking guy with insane muscles, and a nerdy guy with blond hair.
Tom shrugged. He wasn’t here to make friends. He strummed his guitar absentmindedly. He was working on a new rhythm, he thought he might call it "black". But he was having some trouble with he words. He just wasn’t very good at poems and such, he figured.
He sighed, and continued strumming.
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Bill was in the middle of a sentence when a tall, lanky guy-probably one of the counsellors-got up from his seat and informed everyone that they were here. The bus erupted in cheers, and Bill clapped half heartedly. If he could have stayed in the bus the whole summer instead of going to camp, he probably would’ve.
But obviously that wasn’t an option. Grudgingly, he got up, clutching his notebook and his iPod to his chest. He averted his eyes from the counsellors and other campers as he descended the steps and got his first real look at camp.
Tom squinted in the bright sunshine, trying to make out his surroundings. The first things he saw were the trees. They were EVERYWHERE. "Hi!!" called a voice. Tom whirled around, to face an older woman with short gray hair and a sun visor. "Hallo dear, I am nurse Helen. What’s your name?" she asked politely.
"Tom Trümper," he replied. She nodded and glanced down at a clipboard in her hand. "Bunk 483." she informed him. She pointed to a path. "Follow that trail. Your cabin will be the fourth on the left." she patted his back encouragingly.
Tom nodded mutely, and started walking on the trail that would surely lead him to his misery.
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Bill trudged along the path, dragging his heavy black duffel behind him. God, it sure was heavy. He kept his head down as the other children ran by him, laughing and talking, hugging old friends and welcoming new ones.
He sighed. Nobody seemed to want to welcome him, but he expected that. Even though he saw it coming, it still hurt him when people insulted him. He just didn’t show it.
Bill walked up to the cabin, and took a deep breath. He reached his hand out to open the doorknob, but the door was flung open by a boy in baggy jeans and dreads. The two boys gaped at one another.
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Tom finally spoke. "The girl’s cabins are over there." he said, pointing to illustrate. The girl standing at the door looked a little insulted. She ran a manicured finger through her jet black hair and pursed her full lips.
"Hey," Tom thought. "She’s kinda cute." The girl put a hand on her hip and glowered at Tom. "I’m a boy." she-him-IT said.
"Oh, well.. Oh ok...ar..." Tom stammered. He could feel his cheeks flushing bright red. He hastily stepped away, letting the "it" pass him.
Suddenly, camp was definitely more interesting....
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Bill shuffled into the cabin, afraid to look anyone in the eye. That little episode with the wannabe gangster boy in baggy clothes had him a bit shaken up. But he knew the worst was yet to come.
A blond boy with bright blue eyes got up from his seat on the floor.
"The girl’s cabins are over THERE." he gestured with his hand.
"So I’ve been told," Bill muttered.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" a redheaded kid with freckles piped up. "Get outta here!"
Bill raised his head. "I AM a boy!" he yelled.
Suddenly it was silent in the boy’s cabin, except for the soft popping noises that could only be the boys’ mouths opening in shock. Bill was quite used to that sound by now.
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