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Subject: (Private to Trist) Thu Jul 24, 2014 9:00 pm
Son of Demeter
The sky was awake, so Scott was awake. And so Scott must play.
The son of Demeter searched desperately throughout his bright day. The sky was clear and blue, excellent weather. Campers had flooded to the beach to go swimming, surfing or just sunbathing. Other's relaxed around eating popsicles, or laying in the shade. And yet others were training, playing volleyball or basketball. And Scott didn't want to do any of those. He despised swimming, he was not much of a fighter, and he wasn't big on sports. And still, he sought something to do for he was not the kind of guy to just lay around, especially on a day like this.
Unable to find sustenance for his adventurous and active appetite, Scott wandered from one end of the camp to the other. He first started at the forests, but found it was a little creepy. He then moved on to the strawberry fields. Perhaps, he thought, his garden-based talents could be of use. His assumption rang true. There seemed a plethora of ripe strawberries giving off a delectable scent as it wafted by Scott's nose. And there were a strange absence of campers around the strawberry fields. It was a perfect environment for Scott.
Scott grabbed a bucket from the tiny excuse for a tool shed, and began to meander down the rose of strawberries. He examined almost each one, picking only the freshest and plumpest to go into the wooden bucket. Every now and then Scott stopped, brushed off a strawberry with his shirt, and took a bite. They were astoundingly juicy, the red liquid dribbling down his chin. Scott chuckled and wiped it off with the back of his hand. By the hour was up, Scott's bucket would be full, his hands would be sticky with the strawberries' juice, and he would have a nice sun-kissed tan.
Kristopher had been walking around, looking for something to do. Today was an unusually warm day, but he didn't want to go swimming or cool off because it'd be most likely crowded and he doesn't like big crowds. He usually stays away from them and would just walk around alone thinking to himself. The teenager walked up the hill towards the strawberry patch, hoping that there'd be nobody there so he can sit in the shade and kind of think to himself and make stories in his head. As he got up there, he kind of ignored the thought of someone being up there and almost started running around willy-nilly but he saw a boy and stopped. Looking at the boy suspiciously, he started to wonder if he should say hello or not, he shook it off and decided to. Walking up to the boy, he waved and said "Hello" to the boy. He kind of hoped he didn't get a negative reaction because he was not in the mood to yell/fight with others.
*sorry for the poopy post didn't really know what to write*