Chapter Five: Forget Me! Is Rowan Ok?
By now we had come to the building that was closest to the lake. Wooden
stairs supported a small porch that led to two white doors. On the left, GIRLS
was spelled out in squiggly black letters and BOYS was scrolled messily onto
the other. Dry pine needles rolled under our feet as we walked to my
corresponding door.
Gripping the door handle, Cora gave me a quick smile and turned the
knob.
My heart raced with anticipation. What would Rowan and the other campers
be like? Would they be vicious, fowl-mouthed druggies who did nothing but play
on their phones all day? Would I get along with them at all?
At last, after what felt like hours of distress, the door opened
soundlessly (well, at least this camp wasn’t run-down), revealing a nice, clean
room. A decorative stone fireplace sat on the wall opposite of the door and
wooden bunk beds sat on the other walls opposite of each other. They looked
very new, the maroon paint shining glossily. The baby blue sheets were wrapped
neatly onto the bed like some sort of blue fajita, complete with pristine white
pillows. To top it all off, a grey air conditioner roared quietly next to the
door and the ceiling light was complete with a black fan.
On the top bunk of one of the bunk beds, a girl was hanging upside
down, her poofy dark brown hair cascading towards the ground. Her face was
hidden behind a thick red book, making it hard for me to make out her features.
“Rowan,” Cora said, “This is Molly.”
It was a moment before she set the book down, but when she did, it was
really slowly. She examined me with wide, dark brown eyes. Her whole demeanour
sent shivers off my spine. Her movements were done slowly and carefully like a
cat stalking its prey. She flipped off the bed, landing in a crouched position.
She waited a while before she said, “Nice neon suitcases.” She jumped
back onto the top bunk and crouched there. “Pick a bed, any bed. Except mine!”
She hissed the last word, as if afraid that I would try to fight her for it.
Afraid that the girl was going to lunge at me, I darted towards the
bottom bunk on the other side of the room. Man, what is wrong with that
girl? I wondered.
“Now, I see that you two have been introduced,” Cora said. “I’ll be
keeping an eye out for any more campers if you need me. Ciao!” She spun around
and shut the door behind her, leaving me alone with the scary cat-girl.
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I have changed the stressed word.
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