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Summer Camp
Henry whistled happily as he went about his work. Camp OK would be opening for another summer in a few hours and he was attending to the last minute details. He smiled as he thought about the lucky bunch of kids that would be coming to camp this year, whether they were return campers or first timers. Henry had gone out of his way to make sure everything was going to be perfect, just like all the years he spent here when he was younger. He looked over the checklist smiling as he did. Everything appeared well in order. They still didn’t have an archery instructor, but he had heard from a woman who said she was interested in the position and if she could shoot even halfway decently he’d hire her on the spot.
Henry rose from his desk, the paper work complete and began the final walk around before the buses arrived. He stopped and chatted for a little while with each staff member, helping the new counselors find their way when they needed it. He waved at David Bryant as he went by. They were lucky to have someone as talented as him to be the soccer coach at camp. He continued walking, stopping to have a few words with Alex Lesser, the new High Adventure instructor, making sure she still felt comfortable with the position. He had to admit he was a little nervous to put someone as young as her in charge of it, but she had proven herself an able leader over the last few years. His walkthrough met with no major snags and so he clapped his hands together happily, just enough time to meet the campers as they came in.
Henry smiled as the buses pulled up and the campers began piling out, filing into the main lodge for their orientation. Henry saw the nervousness on some faces, the excitement on others and even a few surly looking faces. He chuckled slightly, each batch always looked about the same, but by the time they were done at Camp OK everyone would be smiling. He followed the throng in, taking his place at the podium as everyone situated themselves. Once people had quieted down he cleared his throat. “Welcome to Camp OK campers!” He said happily, to mixed applause. “I’ll keep this short since long introductions can be boring. You were each assigned a cabin number when you registered for camp, and one of these counselors will match your number. Please find your counselor and they’ll tell you what to do next. We’ve got a great summer ahead of us!” He said with a big grin as he stepped down.
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Blest sighed heavily as he exited the bus. He'd had a two-hour ride from his hometown sitting next to some heavy kid with bad B.O. and a severe breathing problem. So while he was quite happy to finally get off the bus, he still wasn’t all that taken with the destination. Camp OK. He didn’t really want to be here, but his dad had made it quite clear that his last summer before college wasn’t going to be wasted. He could go to the camp that ‘made dad the man he is today’ or he could get a job. Pretty simple choice. He looked around, admitting grudgingly that the place did have a tranquil beauty to it. He grabbed his bag, hefting his belongings as he walked towards the main lodge where a group of older looking people, led by a man with a goofy grin on his face, was directing campers. His eyes widened as he caught site of some of the co-eds he’d be spending the summer with. Maybe it wasn’t quite a complete loss after all he thought smiling slightly.
He listened to the spiel, glad for its shortness and looked down at his number. 8, hmmm alright. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the large fellow he rode down next to was apparently a 6. He was a little disappointed to learn that they wouldn’t be co-ed bunks, but he hadn’t really held much hope that would be the case. He stood up, dragging his bag over to the counselor holding number 8, dropping it and sitting on it as he waited for the general confusion to clear itself out. Once everyone was situated his counselor stepped forward, taking them all in. “Hi, my name’s Mathew, I’m going to be your counselor for the summer.” The guy was pretty old, had to be at least 30, figures they’d need someone a little older to watch the teen crowd. Blest looked around the room again, it looked as if he was one of the older boys here, that could be good, establish dominance early. Not that he was a bully, but it never hurt. He thought smiling slightly. He listened as the rest of his cabin mates introduced themselves and did the same when so prompted. Finally he picked up his bag, heading out of the lodge towards the cabin they were to stay in. Blest sighed, trying to stay positive, make the best of this summer he thought smiling as they passed another group of girls.