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A boy, barely 12, sat alone at the back of the bus. It was about to be his 6th year going to the camp, and he was taking his time to read as much as he could before his
friend
acquaintance Tim, got on in a few stops.
Tim and he had met in his first or second year at the camp, and to his dismay, Tim had decided to attempt to befriend him. Tim was the extrovert of the group and tended to pull him into all kinds of chaos. If you asked the boy his opinion on that, he would say he hated it, but he never really put up any fight to the antics that were planned.
“Jon!” Tim slid into his regular seat beside his friend and threw his bag under it in one swift motion. “God, how have you been? I haven't seen you since last summer.”
The boy, Jon, cringed slightly as Tim's obnoxious voice deafened him. “I was doing fine until you sat down, Timothy.”
“Still cranky as ever, I see. You're gonna get gray hairs before you even become a teenager if you keep it up,” a slight chuckle escaping the boy as he spoke.
All Jon could do was sigh in answer as he slipped his bookmark in and returned the book to his bag.
“Sooo this year, I heard from our best informant that we'll be getting a new cabin buddy.”
“Sasha said that?”
“Yeah, apparently because of the number of people that signed up this year, they can't do 2 per cabin anymore, which also means the chalk line between our sides won't make sense anymore.”
“Great,” Jon muttered with a slight grimace.
“Oh cheer up. It won't be that bad. Plus, maybe we could add him to the group.”
“Invite him to the archives?”
The archives, as they called it, was an abandoned treehouse Sasha had found one year and dragged the boys to the second they arrived at the camp gates. It had taken nearly the whole summer of sneaking what they could away to fix it up and now was the perfect hideout for the trio.
“Yeah! It'll be fun to have a new member.”
“Fine, but it depends on who joins our cabin.”
“Well yeah, obviously. We don't want someone like Melanie, for example, even though it was funny when she punched you.”
“Yes, hilarious,” he responded with dry sarcasm. “I don't even know why she was mad about the fact me and Georgie got married with Haribo rings. She wasn't even at camp when it happened.”
Their idle chatter continued like that for the remainder of the journey.