Don't Mind Us

Eleven

I dried off and threw the towel to David.

"That was fun." David said as he dried his hair.

I nodded. "Ya it was pretty fun."

It's hiking camp next. You want to come?" He said, looking at his schedule.

I shrugged. "What will you do for me?"

"I'm not doing nothing! You don't have to come! You can stay in here." He told me.

"I think I'll stay behind. I don't want to be murdered in the woods with the children." I told him.

He nodded and took off.

I laid in David's bed. I stared at the ceiling for a moment before standing up.

I saw his dresser was slightly open and I opened it cautiously.

Muak!

The platypus jumped out at me and scared me half to death.

"Fucking duck." I said at the platypus.

He hissed at me and ran away.

I looked in the dresser again and found a diary.

"That dork keeps a diary?!?" I laughed.

I wanted to see what he wrote on the day I first arrived at Camp Campbell.

"This... Is interesting..." I said as I opened the book to the page.

What the hell? I thought as I flipped through the book.