Bad at writing blurbs :P And bad at coming up with titles, as it just so happens..

Oh goodness, I really love this cover. Thank you Google! Lol. {Edit: I edited it..hope it looks ok:)}

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2. Chapter Two- Kevin


I watched as car after car drove up to the registration building. Still one of the only bus riders, I thought wryly. I kinda liked having the bus to myself. And the bus driver was actually pretty nice; I had known him for a few years.

I’d been coming to this camp ever since I was little. Not because I needed particular help with my social skills. My mom and I, we moved around a lot. I was a shy person, kind of a loner. I’ve never stayed in one place for more than six months, so there was really no need for me to have friends.

No, I didn’t come to this camp for the reasons it advertised. I came because it was a charity camp. A few months for my mom to work and not have to worry about me. About if I was fed, clean, and clothed, if I was in school or hanging around the wrong sort of people.

The people running this camp took me in for free, or almost free.

I glanced at the unlucky person getting out of the car. Don’t get me wrong. I was grateful to this camp, but I had to admit it was extremely strict about their rules.

There was no technology allowed. That wasn’t a problem for me, considering I had nothing, not even a cell phone, but most kids are admittedly technology-dependent. The owners of the camp even employed security guards to forcefully remove the stuff from kids that refused to give it up.

I wasn’t sure if that was legal. But they did it anyway.

This new camper was a girl, petite but not exactly small. She had shoulder length brown hair and glasses, and she looked more reluctant than most. I wondered what her name was. My eyes followed her all the way inside the building, until she disappeared through the double doors.

It would be time for dinner soon. A non-official orientation, that’s what it was. I could probably skip it. All the workers know who I am, but I had a tendency to sink into crowds, and with hundreds of kids there, my absence would probably go unnoticed.


Darn it.  “Up here, Pete.” This was the friendly bus driver. He was always invited to stay here for dinner and then drove off bright and early in the morning.

“Come on, Kev,” he called, looking up towards me. “Time for dinner.”

I sighed and grabbed a thick branch with my hands, swinging myself down to hang by my knees from another branch before plopping onto the ground.

Pete looked at me from under his eyebrows. “You kids and your acrobatics,” he grumbled, only half joking. Pete was a thirty-year-old New Yorker, kinda good-looking actually, but he acted like a seventy-year-old redneck. I think it had to do with the bus driver role.

I smiled halfheartedly and patted the trunk of my tree.

The tree was special. Happy Hill Social Camp didn’t have a hill in a hundred-mile radius, but what it did have were dusty cabins, a half dried up waterhole, and a partial forest.

When I first came to this camp, in second grade, I freaked out at not being by my mom, or anyone I knew, and ran into the forest, climbing the highest tree I could. It took Pete more than a little coaxing to get me out of the tree.

Every year, I come here to escape the crowd of campers. Pete’s always the one to come find me and get me down. It’s become a ritual of ours.

Pete picked a leaf off of the nearest branch to him and folded it in half along the stem before launching it away. I felt a jolt inside of me, a kind of empathy for the leaf. I shook it off uncomfortably.

Pete led the way to the mess hall. “You’re assigned to table E,” he told me, holding up my card.

Since obviously none of us here were friends, (or we wouldn’t be here) the camp counselors assign kids to tables every meal. Then they place cases of cheesy icebreakers in the middle of the table, as if they expect us to voluntarily pick one up and talk to everyone seated at the table.

I was usually at a table with people who could care less about regulations, and didn’t even bother with the cards, or any other rules. So I usually got stuck with cleanup duty.

Tonight, though, there was something different about our table. There were kids talking. Mainly one girl, talking to everyone. As I walked up, she glanced at me and stuck her hand out. “I’m April, and these are Benny, James, Hanna, Rose, and Vivian.”

I stared at her hand dumbly until I realized I was supposed to shake it. “I’m...uhh...Kevin?”

“You sure about that?” One of the boys, I think it was Benny, asked, smirking at me slightly. I didn’t like the sound of him. I know the saying about “don’t judge a book by it’s cover”, but this boy just rubbed me the wrong way.

I’m typically a good judge of character, and made a mental note to avoid him.

“So, Kevin,” Benny continued, “first time here?”

“No,” I answered, being careful not to ask a question this time. “I’ve been going here every year since second grade.”

“Just can’t be cured, huh?” Benny snickered, drawing a laugh from a few assembled at the table.

Nope. Definitely did not like this guy.

“Testing, testing,” boomed through the microphone, along with some feedback that shrieked through the mess hall. People covered their ears, moaning in over-dramatized pain.

I rolled my eyes at the melodrama. Could anyone speak into a microphone without a little feedback?

April caught my eye and offered me an amused half-smile.

“Umm,” the man at the microphone said. “Sorry about that.” I glanced at him, up and down. He was new, I didn’t recognize him.

“Just a reminder not to leave after the meal, there will be orientation and a few late arrivals. Thanks, and now back to your meetings,” he finished, flashing us all a smile before stepping down from the mic.

“Oh gosh,” a voice gushed quickly, sitting down next to Benny and across from me. “Sorry I’m late,” she mumbled, staring shyly down at the table. “I got lost, and then I couldn’t find my card, and—”

“Hey, no worries,” Benny offered, with that ever-present smirk on his face.

She lifted her head slightly, making eye contact with him before turning to me. She had shoulder length brown hair and glasses.

I inhaled sharply. It was the girl from the front. The reluctant girl.

And the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen.



A/N: Oh gawsh. Sorry these chapters are so short. And so bad. Please comment and review, whatever, (title ideas? I will give you credit) edits, any grammar, spelling mistakes, etc. It will be greatly appreciated, especially since I don't have an editor.

Woah, I'm not used to writing in different POVs. So I'm really sorry if they sound exactly the same. (Also not used to writing in a guy's POV.)

Thanks for reading!!



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