Okay, there's something I want to say. Rhilea's name is not pronounced Riley. It's pronounced Ri-le-a. Okay? Like Riley, but with an a at the end.
"Hey, Jen, you think you could stop pounding on my head with that pillow yet? I woke up an hour ago," I muttered sleepily to one of my three best friends in the entire world.
"Oops, sorry!" she laughed, throwing the pillow on the floor. I looked at her, sitting on the edge of the top bunk that I had claimed the second we walked into our cabin, her long, light blonde hair catching the light. A strand of it was tickling my face. I swatted it away, and she laughed again, her blue eyes sparkling. "C'mon, Sleeping Beauty. It's about time you woke up," she said.
"Fine," I muttered, swinging my legs over the side of the bed and jumping to the floor. Oh, bad move, I thought as pain swept through my left ankle. I cried out and grabbed the edge of the ladder, which I hadn't noticed until just now. I'd use it later.
"Ooh, you okay?" Jen asked, sounding concerned.
"Yep. Just peachy," I said sarcastically. "I think I twisted my ankle. I'll be fine, though," I added.
"K," Jen said. We started to walk out of the dorm. I snuck a few glances at Jen through a screen of my dirty blonde hair while we were walking. She had changed completely over the school year, when she was in Australia with her family. She had let her hair grow out, got her braces off, and had somehow gotten rid of her bad acne problem. I almost hadn't recognized her.
"Stop looking at me like that!" Jen protested, shoving me.
I shoved her back. "Like what?" I asked.
"Oh, come on. Don't deny it. You know you're jealous," she taunted, but it was true. I was jealous. I used to be the ones guys swooned over, but now they didn't even give me a second glance. They were always looking at Jen. That was why I was so surprised when a cute guy stared straight at me as we walked down the path. He had dark green eyes and overlong brown hair.
"Okay, now I'm jealous," Jen muttered as he walked away. "Who was that?"
"I don't really know," I murmured, still awestruck. Suddenly I heard someone come up behind us. I spun around to find myself face to face with the same guy.
"Hey," he said. "I'm Ethan. I just thought I'd tell you that you're going the wrong way. Those are counselor cabins over there," he said, motioning vaguely with his hand to the buildings we had been heading towards. "Come with me. I'll show you where you can find the activities."
"K, thanks," I said to his back. He led us through the woods, and we finally came upon some clearings where there were racetracks and a pool. There was also a path that led into the forest. Ethan pointed to each of these areas as we passed them.
"Here's the pool, the racetracks, the hunting range, and the skydiving area. Oh, and there's the rock wall, and the weightlifting arena. And here's the obstacle course. Oh, and here's our head counselor, Maxine!" he said, ending when he pointed to an older lady – maybe about forty – in a tan-and-green outfit that seemed like the counselor's uniform. I'd already seen several men and women wearing the same thing.
"Hello," Maxine said. "Welcome to camp Cherokee, where we help you discover your inner animal. What are your names?"
"I'm Rhilea, and this is my friend Jen," I said.
"Well, then, girls. Would you like a tour?" she asked.
"Umm, sure," I said, but Maxine had already started walking away, naming all the places in the camp. I caught the words wrestling arena, and lumber collection. WTH?
"Oh, girls. Do you know which animal you are yet? No? Okay. We'll just put you in undetermined, then."
Jen caught my eye. "Lea, what's going on? This doesn't seem like a normal summer camp. finding your inner animal? Do we know which animal we are? What?" she whispered. I was just as lost.
"Girls, it's getting late. The activities are closing soon. We need you to go back to your cabin now," Maxine said. "Dinner will be sent to your cabin, okay?"
"Alright," I said. We followed Maxine as she led us back to our cabin, then went inside. I watched as she walked away. When she was about ten feet from our cabin, her shape seemed to change into something more feline. Maybe it was just tiredness (I had only gotten a few hours of sleep last night) playing tricks on my eyes, but I thought I saw the white and black stripes of a Bengal tiger.
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