Day Three
Tuesday 10 am
The next morning at the dining hall, we were still denied access, let alone entry. As we walked, depressed, back to our cabin, our stomachs growled in unison. We were no longer allowed to be six feet from our cabin unless we were heading toward the tent village near the archery range. Desperate for food, I scavenged the area around our cabin and found pinecones that we could roast at the fire pit beyond the inactive rifle range. We ate slowly, savoring every bite, aware that we may not find food the next day. There were enough pinecones for each of us to have five, but we decided to save the rest.
We lied on the floor hours later, playing a simple game of Uno. At least we weren't denied to have fun. We already had a pillow fight, found a bag on untouched marshmallows, and played almost every board game in the cabin. Uno would never get old.
"Oh my Eggman!" I cried, looking at my cards, "Who dealt this hand?!" The guys laughed as I drew a card. I playfully shook my head and said, "Derek! You did this! You're the only one with the rainbow!" Suddenly, a knock was at the door. I nervously swallowed as I stood, fearing what I would find. I opened the door, finding the Burnett cat who had denied me my money along with the others. I gave a hard glare to her. She ignored that and quickly looked around before shoving a slip of paper into my hand. I opened it as soon as the cat was gone. It was a gift from my mother. She has sent some candy from home to me and there was enough to share with my new friends.
I sat on the floor and handed candy to the guys, but not without hearing shouting; the same shouting we had been part of the day before, signaling the campers heading to dinner. My stomach growled loudly. I blushed as the others laughed and stated, "It's about that time again. We'll finish this later."
"Well, we've only got enough pinecones for two more meals," Derek Informed me after we'd eaten.
"I know," I replied, my stomach growling again. "But just don't talk about it. You're making me hungry again." The others nodded. We continued our card game in our cabin as we listened to the shouts of the campers as the annual evening game was played. That night, we told ghost stories.
"So," I said, beginning to bring my final story to a close, brining my hands to my cheeks, making spider shadows play over my friends' faces, "The disembodied hand reached up and pushed the hiker off the cliff and into oblivion!" After shrieking like little girls, my friends and I began to review how scary my fifteen ghost stories had been. The La Llorana one totally freaked out Duke.
"Let's get to sleep, guys," Derek said, "It's 3:00 in the morning." The guys and I who had slept on the floor the night before crawled into the bunks. I prayed for salvation from this nightmare before going to sleep.
