Teen Fiction: Saying Goodbye

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Clothes and bedsheets fly in a rainbow of colors in the air. I watch my bunkmates unpack from my perch on the top of the bunk bed — or should I say on top of the world? That’s certainly how I feel.

I’m in camp in that lovely land where books and pencils don’t exist. I’m in the world of pillow fights and friends and grass and bunk beds. I’m in a wonderland of adventures and surprises — and I’d better take advantage or so my sister Mimi warned me as we lugged our duffel bags to our bunkhouses.

I drink in the frivolous laughter and banter around me like a wide-eyed immigrant. As a first-timer to camp that pretty much sizes me up. I fluff up my pillow and climb down from the bunk bed. I’m all set. I scan my immaculate closet once more and shut the wooden door. Done.

The view from the bunkhouse porch is like a mini paradise. Wooden cabins bright green grass trees bobbing in a circle all around.