Here is Part 2 of my story! (You can reference my first post if you need plot refreshing!) Enjoy!
“Patience,” Yori hissed under her breath as she neatly folded her purple Ralph Lauren skirt and slid it into her side of the drawers. Yori and Velvet had been unpacking together in cabin 2A for fifteen minutes and definitely had different styles of doing so. Velvet had dumped her duffle bag of tees and shorts into her half of the drawers and chucked her linen set on the mattress to make up later.
Yori had carefully sorted her clothes and shoes and cosmetics, organizing them cautiously where there was room. Yori took a generous amount of time placing potpourri on the windowsill by her bed and stretching her bed sheets across the sagging mattress that was stuffed into the small room at the last minute.
“Yori!” Velvet called for the third time from the doorway in the second bedroom where the four little campers would be rooming. “This time is really just to put our bags in our cabins. There is plenty of time to unpack later. Right now is our golden time to socialize!”
Tired of being hollered at from 15 feet away, Yori snapped back, “Go down then!”
“Are you sure? Because I can wait for you…you know now that we’re roomies and everything, we should stick together…”
“Anything but that, please,” Yori mumbled under her breath, but then said aloud, “It’s fine, go.”
“Thanks, Yori! You’re the best!” Yori waited as the screen door creaked open, clanked shut, and she heard shoes clomping down the wooden steps of the cracking porch, fading off down the pavement.
“Oh my god,” Yori groaned, letting her head slap down on her mattress in annoyance. Yori had been listening to Velvet’s greatest memories from earlier camp days for the past fifteen minutes and Yori couldn’t stand another second. Velvet’s hyper-friendly, morning shine personality created friction with Yori’s demure and A-list personality. Yori was not seeing three weeks of bunking with Velvet going down pretty.
She also didn’t see Camp Sing-Song adding as a sightly setting for the next three weeks. Drawer space for clothes was limited to three drawers, which meant one and a half for Yori and Velvet since their cabin room was now cut directly in half due to their sudden bunk sharing. The dark brown wooden porches leading up to every cabin had broken steps and cracking surfaces that had to be stepped around and the cabin rooms were musty and had corners of cobwebs. There was a green curtain hanging from the counselor bedroom doorway, producing very minimal privacy for Yori and Velvet from the campers in the front room where there was a simple screen for a front door. And the only thing worse than the actual cabin was the bathroom situation. One bathroom sat right in between cabin 2A and cabin 2B, providing four stalls, four sinks, and seven showerheads, no curtains given. Yori was not excited for how early she would have to awake in order to shower in private.
Elbowing Velvet’s mess of clothes to the side, Yori shoved in her last two pairs of Tim Hamilton denim skirts and quickly closed the drawer, in fear of her organization tumbling out.
“C’mon guys, food’s out!” a voice yelled form outside.
“Suit up for the lake! The dock will be open right after the induction!” another voice hollered and Yori heard footsteps thunder down the pavement towards the main building. Perking up at the chance to wear her new line of summer bikinis, Yori quickly slipped her Agua Bendita suit under her outfit and kicked her suitcase and handbag under her bed. Yori pushed her way past the green curtain, brushed the screen door out of her way, and made her way down the porch, catching her boot heel in a crack only once.
Down at the main field where the office, infirmary, and parking lot were located near, dozens of teens crowded around buffet tables of food. Yori had to admit, she was starved since she hadn’t eaten since the morning and could go for a hearty dinner. Surveying the rows of dishes, Yori found nothing that fit her diet.
Mayonnaise oozed from hammy sandwiches, butter seeped from steaming white rolls, grease spilled from the tops of chicken slices in the cheese casseroles, and Orange-aid dripped from plastic pitchers. Yori began analyzing how she could pick apart and rearrange the condiments of the dishes to make a semi-healthy meal, when she heard a familiar, perky voice.
“Yori! You made it down, doesn’t this buffet look great?” Velvet exclaimed, grabbing a paper plate and a fork. Yori slowly turned around, her nerves jittering at the very sense of Velvet’s presence.
“If you mean puke-inducing and loaded with unhealthy sodium, carbs, and—Brody?!” The broad-shouldered god was standing next to Velvet, staring down the elements of the buffet, plate and utensils at hand, and startling Yori.
“That ham sandwich looks good,” Brody commented, disregarding Yori’s earlier remark. Yori snatched a plate and found the first platter of sandwiches nearest her.
“Sure does!” Yori burst, slapping her hand on the first ham sandwich she saw, mustard and mayonnaise splattering from her palm to her white blouse. Yori yelped at the sight of her stained top and dropped her plate.
“Oh my gosh!” Velvet gasped, setting her plate down on the table and placing her hand on Yori’s back.
“Off!” Yori barked, twisting her shoulder blade from Velvet’s grip and hurriedly click-clacking off toward cabin 2A. Steamed, Yori prepared a letter to her mother in her head that would demand her deportation back home.
Dear Mom,
I will need to be sent home immediately from this torture cell they call Camp Sing-Song. An hour after I arrived, I realized the issues that come along with this counseling job. FIRST, camper people are not my type. SECOND, my bathroom at home is bigger than the cabin I’m living in and that is definitely not enough room for me. THIRD, I will not be able to maintain healthy ways, physically or mentally, with the kind of materials and food they provide here. Unless you can sponsor bigger cabins, better food, and smoother pavements by tomorrow, you can sponsor my trip home.
Your daughter,
Yori
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