Written on 11 February 2019
“Oh jeez guys, can you not just concentrate for a hot minute?”
The kids had been larking around all day, flirting with each other or skimming stones, and Kenny was starting to get ticked off with his team.
They'd not just lost every camp activity, they had come dead last every single time. 12 events. 12 last places. And the buccaneers had had a chickenpox outbreak! It was tough on Kenny, as his team's usually did super well.
“Look, the Patriots have already launched.” He said, exasperated, pointing at the cheering team on the river bank cheering their four friends on as they rowed the raft out into the lake. All Kenny had was a pile of sticks. “Come on guys, where's your camp spirit?” one of the kids made a farting sound with his mouth, which caused everyone to laugh.
“I've had it up to here, you guys.” He theatrically held his palm aloft. But the kids were already not listening. A few started wrestling, the girls giggled. One of the boys was literally just staring at a tree unblinking.
Kenny was at a loss. It was never like this when he was at camp.