Camp Disaster

Camp Disaster — page 3
the pillows on her bed reading No one notices me I spy my name over a bunk near the window and edge my way over I drop my duffel bag and backpack beside my bed A shoe grazes my arm and hits the window behind me What’s going on Where’s the counselor counselor I know her name is Abby A chunky older girl stands in a corner hugging her arms to her chest Stop girls she mutters That must be Abby The girls ignore her Their shrieks get louder Their clothes fly faster and harder Someone throws a book Abby takes a step forward Please Before something breaks A green lamp on a nightstand crashes to the floor near me The shrieks the laughter the throwing stop Abby get a broom I don’t 2 Frieda Wishinsky