Lee picked up his duffle bag and went towards one of the yet unclaimed cabins, going with 1 since it was the closest to him. He clicked the chain on the light a few steps into the darkened cabin, and took a look around his new home.
It was a decent enough cabin, he thought. The windows let a little bit of light in for this time of day, and provided a few of the nearby lake. A knitted rug covered the middle of the floor next to the bed, with a wooden footlocker at its foot with a padlock and key already supplied. There was a small dresser and closet area in the corner, and a lamp and radio on the nightstand. The cabin also had a couch off to one side, so as to provide a bit of a lounging area for councillors during their time off.
A bit rustic, perhaps. But it is a camp, after all. Lee unslung his bag, and setting his bat aside, he opened it up. He would unpack properly later tonight, but he would organize a few things.
He took out the baseball that he brought. He assumed a camp would have all the equipment he'd need, but many a ball game in his youth got delayed because the neighbourhood kids all assumed the others were bringing the ball. Lee also took out the bottle of Jack that he had tucked away under his clothes, and put that in the footlocker, snapping the lock shut.
Grabbing his bat and the ball, he proceeded to walk outside to the others. He thought about taking a walk up to the baseball field, then maybe grabbing a bite at the mess hall. He also wanted to try finding a phone, other than the one that was in the Administration building by Michael's desk. Even a pay one, that would be provided for homesick kids to call Mom and Dad.
Lee turned to the others who weren't already settling in their cabins "Hey, I was thinking of walking up to the Ball field for a minute to see what it's like. Anyone else want to come?"
Seeing the two twins fretting over whose cabin was the nicer of the dilapitated pieces of shit, Tina quickly spoke, " Yeah, I'm down, as long as we hurry. If I get caught with them all summer I'm going to lose my shit."
Amy stood outside the door and looked at the faded '3' above. Moving inside had essentially confirmed what she already knew, it was a dump, the whole thing had a choking smell and no doubt a thick coat of dust. That's why they were there though, to get the place ready for a long summer. She dropped her bag by one of the beds, it landed in a soft thud and stirred a flurry of dust. Amy sneezed.
She crunched along stray leaves that littered the not-too-perfect wood planked floor and opened the far back window, and then the next one, and the two by the door. Fresh life permeated through the thick blanket of must and a look of relief crossed her face.
"Alright.."
Amy rubbed her palms together, preparing like an Olympic gymnast. She scooped her bag by the strap and emptied it's contents on the bed. Among the cluster of junk: clothes, a few casettes, an ounce of weed, papers, and copies of 'The Crying Lot of 49' and 'The Stand'.
She spotted the radio in the corner and excitedly brushed her underwear and various toiletries aside, snagging a blue and white cassette with small ink-blot tests on it. She slipped the cassette in and it started playing from whatever point she had stopped on it last. A
drumbeat began. Amy smirked and plopped down on the bed.
Her hands worked fast and broke the nuggets of plant down into little flakes of green, graciously she discarded these flakes into a folded piece of rolling paper. Amy nursed the tube with her thumbs and packed it tight, tying the end off and licking the seam to keep it solid.
Ahhhh, perfectShe let the joint rest lazily in between her lips and fumbled through the large travel-sized messenger bag for the lighter. In the darkest recess of the bag's corners out came a silver zippo.
Amy lit the end and inhaled the smoke with a pop and a crackle
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