Positivity Camp Part XVII
A new week and a new installment of Positivity Camp! That’s right, I’m sticking with the same story, so never fear! Next week though… Well, who knows what I’ll write about?!
Previously on Positivity Camp: The campers learn that there is no swimming at Positivity Camp, and as the campers complain, Mitchel and Jackal cause trouble. Later, cool kid Tyler tells Daniel to seek him out during the clean up.
All thoughts of Tyler and his crazy scheme vanished as we arrived at the waterfront. There were shouts of joy as our group ran for the beach. Before Councilor Markus caught up, several of us, myself included, had our shoes off and our feet in the sand.
The sand quickly shifted from being warm and welcoming to a burning fire beneath my feet. I burrowed them down into the sand until I found a more reasonable temperature. When I looked up, I saw other kids dancing around like fools while others retreated to their shoes.
“The sand is hot, children,” Councilor Markus warned a tad too late.
“Hey, how come the boats are locked up?” a kid asked as he stepped away from the shadowy side of the beach shed.
I had seen the canoes from the hill top earlier. They had been flipped over on some giant metal rack, but I couldn’t see them now that I was on the same level with them. For some reason, his question confused me, but before I could figure out why someone else shifted the topic to the nearby shed.
“Who cares about the boats! What’s in there?”
“When did you find the boats?” Counselor Markus asked, completely ignoring the question about the shed. “Those canoes are way past the shed on the other end of the beach near the old dock!”
Now that he said it, I realized what had been bothering me about the kid. He wasn’t panting at all! And from what I remembered, the boats had been a long way down the beach. So, how had the kid made it down there, discovered the locks, made it back again without anyone having noticed, and managed not to get winded!?
Much to my dismay, and no doubt the councilor’s as well, the kid merely stood there and shrugged. No one else seemed to care. In fact, someone else immediately jumped into bombarding the counselor with questions. At that point, I decided to let it go. This camp was too odd for me to waste time on why it would put locks on boats.
“There’s an old dock?!” the kid began. Without missing a beat, he jumped into his next question, and then the next and the next. I wasn’t even sure he was breathing.
“Where is it? Is it for fishing? Can we go fishing? Are lifeguards needed for fishing? Wait!! Lifeguards are for swimming! So we CAN go fishing! Right?! When though? When can we go fishing? Is the shack full of fishing gear? Do we need to collect our own worms? Is there dry bait?”
To his credit, Councilor Markus tried only once to break in and either stop or answer the questions. After that, he gave up and while the kid kept talking, he ordered the rest of us to grab a bag from the sack he carried and pick up any trash we saw on this side of the waterfront fence. Then he calmly, if defeatedly, went back to listening as the kid seamlessly shifted to questioning him about the types of fish he could hope to catch.
I shook my head as I took my bag. One thing was certain, no one wanted that kid following them around asking questions. In an unspoken agreement, we all scattered, leaving Councilor Markus alone with the unending stream of questions.
“I swear,” Tyler said, sneaking up beside me, “every camp has one.”
“Has one what?” I asked, falling for the bait.
“A Million Questions Kid.”
I grunted in response. For some reason, Tyler really bugged me. Even though I was curious to learn more of his plan, I couldn’t bring myself to ask the question. The silence grew between us, but I refused to give in.
“So,” he spoke up at last, acting cool and unaffected by my silence. “Now that we’re alone, what do you think of my plan?”
I looked around to see if we were actually alone. There were others around, but no one looked to be close enough to hear us. “What plan?” I asked while still keeping an eye out.
“The one to sneak everyone out of camp!” Despite his excitement, Tyler did manage to keep his voice down.
“I’d hardly call that a plan.”
“Ha! Fair enough. Still interested though?”
“I think I am? I mean, it sounds interesting, but how would we do it? And where would everyone go? It sounds dangerous.”
“Hmm, those are good questions,” Tyler said slowly.
“Yes, they are.”
“Ha! I like your style, Daniel. Together, I think we could really pull this off.”
I tried not to show my lack of enthusiasm.
“The how is simple. Well, simple to explain anyway.”
“Alright,” I said simply.
“At night, while the councilors sleep, we – we being each cabin – sneak out, rendezvous at a specific path in the woods, and we leave camp. This really works best in small groups though. So, we would want to go cabin by cabin.”
“Alright,” I said, this time with more enthusiasm, but not much.
“Then I lead each group outside of camp to my house. My parents are away so the place’ll be empty.”
“Do you live near here?”
“Yeah, about a thirty-minute walk down some old trails.”
“Well, that answers the how and the where.”
“Are we doing it then?!”
“Hold on,” I said with a quick shake of my head. “It’s a…alright plan, but I’m…” I paused as I tried to speak using positive words. “I mean, how is this going to…hmm…stop the camp? It’s great for our group, but what about the next batch of campers? Besides, can we sneak everyone out in one night?”
“Hmm. Well, I’m pretty sure the camp would close if word got out that kids went missing.”
“True,” I said thoughtfully, but I still wasn’t convinced we could sneak everyone out. “Would we need to get everyone out?”
“Maybe you’re right and only a cabin or two need to go missing.”
“That’s true,” I agreed, still feeling a little skeptical and unenthused about having Tyler as a co-conspirator. Still, the plan did have some merit to it.
“See! I told you we would make a great team!”
I cringed internally. “If this is going to work, we need to come up with something more solid and get the word out.”
“We have an hour,” Tyler reminded me. “And that kid is keeping Councilor Markus busy.” He shot the pair a mischievous grin before looking back at me. I couldn’t help but smile back. Tyler was right, we had the time, no one was watching, and judging by the way a few others kept looking at us, we had plenty of volunteers to help spread the word. It was perfect! The councilors weren’t going to know what hit them!