《Rise Up - Young Fighter (book 1?)》


 Laws Of Ashlight

    Maybe he should have thought about this? No. There was no turning back. Walker wanted this. Longing for it was a understatement. His parents spent a hundred bucks so he could attend the camp. He couldn¡¯t doubt his decision now!


    He walked into the cabin. Fresh air hit his face hard. Kids were hanging off of rails for bunk beds, kids were climbing the dressers, and were tossing around rubber balls. The only content kids were in the corner, chatting and sharing drawings. I walked in and went over to the content kids corner, where he chose the top bunk. The mattress wasn¡¯t filthy. It was cleaner than the last camp. He set his suitcase down and got out his linen. He wasn¡¯t a neat freak when it came to beds being made.Walker cleared his throat and placed his pillow down. The sound of rubber balls hitting the wooden planks for floors was deafening. I looked out the window, and saw a guy, maybe late twenties, walk up to the cabin. I blinked, and in that subtle moment, the door creaked. ¡°Hey, campers. Settle down.¡± I looked over and saw our (what I assumed to be) camp counselor. He smiled softly, and waited till the bouncy balls were bounced to a minimum. He cleared his throat and set down a stack of papers. The campers perked up in interest. The more content kids stopped talking and looked very eager to begin. I was still thinking about this. ¡°I am your camp counselor, Jake Dagg. And, before we introduce ourselves, there is something important to do. Before every summer, every year of camp, we have our campers fill out these questionnaires,¡± ¡ª his hand gestured to the stack of paper ¡ª ¡°then, we do our introductions. After introductions, find a buddy you haven¡¯t met.¡± He picked up the stack of papers and handed each one out. He had scruffy black hair and dark green eyes. His skin was pale, and he looked younger than he was. When picking cabins, you could see the Cabin Counselor. He was twenty-seven.


    The questions were easy. A lot asked what you wanted to do at camp.


    Archery? Yes. Survival Instinct? Yes. Cooking? No. Writing? Yes. Fighting For A Cause? Yes. Bracelet Making? No. Obstacle Course? Yes. Rock Climbing? Yes. Skateboarding? Why not. Dance? No. Singing? No. Plays? Maybe? History and Science? Sure. And finally, Ownership Course. Yes.


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    Jake said to raise our hands when done, and he¡¯d collect the paper. He carefully grabbed each paper and nodded to each and every one of us. The dim light barely lit, as the cabin was more reliant on the outside light. As evening was approaching, I was getting hungry. And hunger, was when I wondered what was for dinner. I raised my hand. He turned, looked up at me, and nodded. ¡°What¡¯s for dinner?¡± I asked. He paused and searched around the room, as if it would auto populate a answer. ¡°I¡¯m not sure.¡± He replied, and took another questionnaire.


    After the fiasco was done, we sat in a circle. 16 kids. Including Jake. Jake directed us in numbers. I was 4. ¡°Number fifteen?¡± He asked. The kid had very light, lush brown hair, and blue eyes. She stood up and smiled. ¡°I¡¯m Aspen,¡± she replied. Jake nodded, and the kids thumped on the wooden, creaky floor. ¡°Number two?¡± Jake asked. This kid was older. Probably seventeen or sixteen. He had light skin, ginger hair, and grey eyes. ¡°Clay.¡± He replied, and sat back. ¡°Number ten.¡± Jake picked. The kid was scrawnier, had fluffy copper red hair. ¡°Cooper.¡± He said. He sounded 12. ¡°Number three.¡± Jake said. A way, way older kid stood up ¡°I¡¯m Gavin.¡± He looked nineteen.


    And that¡¯s all I remembered before eating a burger with my table mates. My table mates were Clay, a blonde haired girl named Opal, Cooper, and Gavin. It was a quiet evening, and camp counselors were talking over dinner. Not to us, to themselves. ¡°How old are you guys? I¡¯m about twenty.¡± Gavin asked. Cooper glanced over and bit into his burger. ¡°Sixteen.¡± Opal responded. Her voice was a bit deeper. She looked younger than her voice answered for her. Clay flicked over a small folded up napkin. ¡°Eighteen.¡± He replied. He sort of snapped his fingers to Cooper. ¡°I¡¯m seventeen,¡± he replied. I was now the youngest of my table mates. Clay pointed at me. ¡°Twelve.¡± I replied and bit into my burger, which was almost gone. ¡°I guess I was seated with the adults.¡± I jokingly said. I knew it wasn¡¯t funny. Nobody laughed. Duh.


    ¡°Hello campers! Welcome to Camp Ashlight. Once you finish your meal, follow your Camp Counselor to the Campfire.¡±


    The speaker rung out, making my ears hurt. It left a headache pounding screech at the end.


    A/N


    this is my first chapter! I¡¯m open to suggestions!

 Capture The Flag

    I was with Opal, Cooper, Clay, and a burnt brunette haired kid, named Logan, and Opal¡¯s buddy, Sky, who had purple dyed hair and green eyes. Opal tossed herself over the dirt hill, making the soft dirt crumble underneath her. ¡°There was a rope!¡± Sky called after her, climbing up the hill, using the rope. Cooper scoffed and trudged up the hill. ¡°Hurry up slowpokes.¡± Clay shouted as he just jumped over the hill. I used the rope and managed to climb over. The next was just jumping. Clay was already done, and Opal was about to finish. I scrambled past Cooper and finished the barrel jumping. Opal was impatiently waiting for Sky and Cooper. She was tapping her foot on the soft sand ground.  ¡°Come on, Sky!¡± Opal called. Sky grunted and finished, Cooper did eventually. Now, was the battle. Four teams, which we were the Teal Team, had to capture the Camp Ashlight flag.


    I hoped it would be simple. I wasn¡¯t the fastest runner, but I knew Cooper was. The Camp Owner, Mrs. Drews, had a microphone in her hand. She smiled, adjusted her curly black hair, and waited for the four teams to be ready. The flag was on top of a dirt pile, nestled behind a wooden crate. ¡°Teams, pick your fastest runner to capture it. Once your runner captures the flag, the flag runner will pass the flag to the next person, and the next person, who would be your second fastest runner, would run to the finish line, which is where we started.¡± She cleared her throat and glanced around. ¡°Your job, as your team member, is to protect the flag runners. Tougher teams are allowed to get your flag, whilst running down the path you came.¡± Mrs. Drews explained. Opal jumped in excitement. Clay turned and looked at all of us. I wondered what he had been thinking about, because he was glancing around each kid. ¡°I want Cooper and Walker to run. Cooper, get the flag. Walker, run back. Opal, Sky, Cooper, Logan, run ahead and mess up the obstacle course-¡°


    ¡°what if-¡°


    ¡°damn-it, Cooper! For right now, please be quiet.¡± Cooper nodded. Logan turned around and smiled. ¡°On your marks, get set..¡±


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    I heard Mrs. Drews say go, but my heart was pounding. Probably hard enough to break a rib. My blood ran cold, and all I could focus on was steadily breathing. I was shaking bad. Like I had just witnessed a crime. And I was guilty. All the sudden, Cooper was barreling back with the flag. I snatched it from his hands and ran off. The course wasn¡¯t difficult. I staggered between ladders and barrel jumps, sand mounds and pillar jumps, but I was able to get past it all. One more, one more. I thought repeatedly. I closed my eyes and jumped over each chair. It wasn¡¯t easy, for my little size, but my 70 pound body was easier to haul then expected. I gripped on tighter to the flag than I had ever held something. My blood had to be negative zero. My heart was hurting, and my I couldn¡¯t stabilize my breathing. I was shaking really bad, and I couldn¡¯t tell if I had wet my pants. I dove over one more chair and barreled into the finish line. ¡°Oh, heck yeah!¡± Cooper shouted. Logan started jumping, and I couldn¡¯t help but feel proud of myself. Clay picked me up like a trophy and started to triumphantly yell. I smiled. Clay set me down and grinned. Suddenly, Opal, Cooper, Logan, and Sky began to dog-pile on me. ¡°Guys!¡± I laughed. ¡°He is the star of tonight.¡± Opal said. Cooper helped me up and we walked off to our cabin.


    ¡°The star of tonight should get ice cream.¡± Logan said. ¡°Let¡¯s not forget Cooper assisted.¡± Clay said as he shut the cabin door behind him. Opal, Sky, Logan, and I clapped. ¡°It¡¯s lunch time.¡± Sky reminded us all, grabbing her lunchbox off of her bunk.


    ¡°We get served lunch here, dummy.¡± Logan said and walked out of the cabin. Opal and Logan weren¡¯t from our Cabin. Our Cabin was called, Waterlight. Their cabin was called, Darklight. I stood up shakily and placed the flag on my bunk bed, following Clay out the door. Opal walked with Sky, and Cooper was sprinting to catch up with Logan, who was cackling at the sight of Cooper. The Mess Hall wasn¡¯t far from our Cabin at all. No kids, except us were there. Lunch in the trays was steaming hot. ¡°It¡¯s pizza and salad!¡± Logan cheered. Cooper and Sky clapped. The Lunch Lady, Mrs. Taffy smiled. ¡°Looks good,¡± Clay complimented. I nodded and sat down at a table. ¡°This is the Champion Table.¡± Opal decided. Clay, Cooper, Logan and Sky got our food. Lunch went good. It wasn¡¯t too noisy or too loud, just calm chaos.