Margaret Harrison's crush on Star Quarterback Derek Travis was a pain that burned her quietly as all things do, but when he's paired as her counsellor-in-crime at Camp Happy Sun's during the Summer, it's soon understood she doesn't burn alone.
And...
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Chapter Song - Delta Dawn by Tanya Tucker
A whiny trumpet tune is a sure wake up call. My pillow sirens me to go back to sleep, but counsellors have to be up and at them before the kids wake up.
That is a flaw to Summer camp, there is only so much sleeping-in you can gain. But the crisp dewy mornings with the sun beaming through the firs is a happy reward, and it blasts away my drowsiness as I begin to ready for the day.
Dressed in dark denim shorts, a striped t-shirt, converse, and my hair braided down both sides, I head into the kitchenette to grab a tea. Ella is already awake and peppy with a mug of coffee in her hands.
"Morning." Says Ella.
I smile softly. 'Morning.'
"You ready for the first day of activities?"
'Nope.'
"Me too, it's always hectic. The kids are always filled with pent up energy from being in school, so they turn into little rockets and blast off around the area." She describes, and I let out a huff of energy I'm sure will deplete rapidly.
'I'm about to be overwhelmed. Major crush and energetic children.' I shake my head, already feeling the flusteredness from Derek's presence and the Summer sun heat.
Ella gives me an amused smile. "You'll be fine. It's obvious you two get along well, and he stares at you even when you're not looking. I think he might be interested in you, shocking for you to understand Mrs Margaret." She teases.
I roll my eyes, but blush. 'Ms, not Mrs. I'm not married.'
"Oh, tomato, tomato. Men only have Mr, why can't women be the same?"
'True. Still not married though.'
She giggles. "Alright," she sighs. "Time to go wake up the beast, care to help me?"
I shake my head, taking a sip of my tea then placing it back down on the counter. 'You can fend for yourself, Ms Ella.'
"Wonderful. Pray for me." She pleads, before heading back down the hallway to wake up the beast - aka Josephine.
And for a moment, with the morning sun glistening through the windows, the steam of my hot tea dewing up my skin, there's peaceful quietness that is the only silence without a ghost haunting me.
A quiet soon interrupted by a loud, guttural grown belonging to the one and only girl with highlighted bright orange hair who's name is Josephine.
"Why did I agree to this," the woman of the hour grumbles as she enters the living space, marching straight to the coffee pot. "I hate waking up early."
I hide my amused smile behind my mug, watching as the wild animal pours her first dose of caffeine and leans beside me at the kitchenette. Hair mussed and frizzed, as her eyes droop in a sleepy glare.
