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By Lady Lucia · Posted
CHAPTER ELEVEN Mckenna I was still in awe that my plan actually worked. Seriously. When registering Madeline at the last minute, I never expected her to actually be a ‘camper’ for longer than half a day at most. After all, I decided to tell her before she got on the bus, to see what she would do. Let me leave for the summer with her cell phone and figure out how to get home without a ride, or head to camp with the rest of the Fireflies in an attempt to call my bluff. Well, not bluff. I hadn’t been kidding about how she was a camper, rather than a counselor. Against all odds, however, she ended up going along with everything with very little interference on my end at the beginning. As a returning counselor, I had responsibilities to attend to pretty much the second we arrived. All I really did on my sister’s behalf was mention to a few girls that Maddie was a first time camper. From there, I trusted them to treat her just like they’d treat any other tween who wasn’t particularly enthusiastic to be spending a chunk of her summer at camp. She certainly wasn’t unique in that regard; there were plenty of girls who preferred the indoors, and were thrown in the deep end by their parents in the hopes that some sunshine and physical activity would be good for them. Usually, it was. Later, when little Maddie insisted on a private conversation with me, I learned that she had been under the impression that this was some kind of hazing that she was going through as a new counselor. Somehow, I managed to keep a straight face when she suggested that. Mostly because I was literally the only counselor who knew her real age. While I very much trusted girls like Alex and Pixie, I also knew that the safest way to keep a secret was to not tell a soul. That, and getting my sister to suck it up and continue her camper experience was a more interesting challenge if I didn’t have anyone helping me. At least, that’s what I told myself at the beginning. As I lounged in my bed at the end of the first full day at camp, much more comfortable sharing a room with Alex in the counselor building than Maddie would be in a cabin with a bunch of immature campers, I started thinking about how to make this more fun for myself. While I did enjoy watching my dear sister experiencing countless activities that were a far cry from how she normally spent her time, I really needed to make the most out of the eleven or so days I had left to mess with her. This was the first and last time I’d ever get a chance like this. Brainstorming for a good hour or two, tossing and turning as I amused myself with ideas that spanned from incredibly simple to wildly complex, I eventually managed to drift off after landing on one or two things I could start with that would instantly complicate things for my dear sister. The next morning, my mind was racing the moment I woke up, making it impossible to roll back over and get a little more rest. Whatever. I was used to being sleep deprived as a camp counselor, plus I wasn’t on curfew duty later. I started the day with my usual effort to break into Madeline’s phone. She didn’t have a limit to how many passwords someone could try before being pushed into longer increments between attempts. I started with 1000 when I had a few minutes to myself on the drive up, assuming her password wouldn’t start with a zero, and had yet to reach 2000. Mostly since I didn’t care that much. It was a good way to mindlessly kill time here and there, and my main goal was finding something interesting on the device that would deter her from completely killing me at the end of summer. I was also banking on her cooling off over a month or two, since she’d be leaving camp after two weeks while I’d be staying the whole time. Alex woke up eventually, at which point I finally got out of bed and started getting ready for the day. She really was the perfect roommate. We got along socially, but we also knew how to shut up and stay out of the others’ way. As much as I loved being a camp counselor, being ‘on’ for more than twelve hours could be exhausting at times. Some nights, quietly reading or trying to hack my sister’s phone was better than talking. We were both night shower girls, at least at camp, so it was really just a matter of getting dressed and running through a quick morning routine in the bathroom. Unlike the campers, who only had to get up and head to breakfast, us counselors had a lot more to do behind the scenes than the girls probably knew. When I was a Firefly, I certainly hadn’t known how involved it was to run things. While the girls were pretty good at waking up before breakfast, mostly because a cabin full of campers made it difficult to keep sleeping when the confined space got less and less quiet in the morning, I still had to make sure there weren’t any stragglers in my circle. Then, rather than heading straight to the mess hall, a number of us were responsible for making sure everything was set for the day’s ranked game, as well as double checking other stations for the activities that came afterwards. Luckily for me, Bailey was still at breakfast by the time I was able to grab a bite. I liked Bailey. She was one of those rare social butterflies who befriended not only outgoing girls like herself, but also made sure the more quiet types were included. Like little Maddie, for instance. Amusingly enough, my sister wasn’t actually that shy. If I had to guess, the combination of pouting in frustration and the general embarrassment of being a camper is what made her more quiet than usual. However, like a number of other campers, Bailey had a bit of a mischievous streak as well. I caught her pulling a few pranks last year, most of which I turned a blind eye to. Part of being a good counselor is knowing when to let girls be girls; being a hardass is no fun, when the whole point of camp is to let loose. I wanted to tap into that side of Bailey, at Madeline’s expense. So, after pulling Bailey aside and telling her roomies that she’d catch up with them in a minute, I explained to the freckled girl that my sister was actually in high school. That she was working on some ‘social experiment,’ and had registered as a camper for the sake of her little project. Naturally, Bailey didn’t believe me. She thought I was joking, which almost made me laugh along with her at the thought of how even being told a version of the truth wasn’t enough for my petite sister to be seen as anything but a twelve year old camper. Of course, I had proof. All I had to do was show her Madeline’s driver’s license and school ID. There was no reason a girl in Bailey’s grade would have fakes like that. Aside from maybe the ability to buy a mature video game, I couldn’t think of a single perk of being ‘seventeen’ at her age. “Wait-” Bailey clearly needed a few seconds to process what I had just proven to her. Though she had only met Maddie a couple days ago, she only had the image of the camper/friend she had been getting to know up until now. I was curious how she’d end up taking this. That was part of why this idea spoke to me, since it was yet another instance of me having rather limited control once I got the ball rolling. Something told me Bailey wouldn’t feel overly betrayed, since she hadn’t known Maddie for very long. Ideally, she’d start screwing with her for the sake of seeing how far the ‘camper’ would go to stay in character. Bailey was perfect, since being roommates with my sister meant constant access, and potentially some evening pranks as well. The real question was whether or not Bailey would tell anyone else, and if that girl(s) would believe her. As for why I was telling this to Bailey in the first place, it had to be something the girl wouldn’t question. “Anyway, Maddie made me swear I wouldn’t tell any of the other counselors. But she didn’t say anything about campers, did she?” That made me a sister who technically kept her word, while happily jumping on an easy loophole. “And this is her experiment, not mine. Personally, I think it would be more fun if she got the real Camp Firefly experience, rather than being treated with new-camper kiddie gloves. You know?” That’s how it went when I was a camper, and still seemed to be the case from my observations as a counselor. Returning campers were the ones who were more into messing with each other, since even stuff like pranks tended to have more of a competitive edge. That only made sense for girls that already knew each other, rather than hazing for no reason or whatever. New campers usually needed at least the first week to get their bearings. “Hmm,” Bailey mused, before summarizing out loud, “So, Maddie is a high schooler? Pretending to be a camper?” “She’s pretty much the smallest girl in her grade,” I shrugged. That was definitely an exaggeration, but whatever. And though my sister wasn’t particularly academic, I added on, “And a bit of a nerd. Trust me, this isn’t her first weird experiment.” Bailey really wasn’t giving much away. She seemed more confused and a bit surprised, rather than amused. Which was fair, when I was trying to avoid sounding too conspiratorial as I spun this story for her. Aside from nudging her to have a little fun with Maddie, since she was actually a big girl who could handle it, I didn’t want to influence her in a way that could get back to me more directly. It was a big enough risk telling her my sister’s real age; if Gwen or anyone else in charge learned that I had kept quiet about this, I’d be in trouble. Honestly, I had no idea what they’d do. It would be fine. The whole reason I decided to risk things with Bailey was because I had thought through how much it would take for anyone else to take it seriously. There had been more absurd rumors than ‘Maddie is actually Kenna’s older sister’ over the years.’ Since Bailey didn’t seem to know what to do with the newfound information about her cabinmate, I gave her enough direction to get her moving. “You should get changed. We’re down at the lake this morning.” I reminded her. Nothing about Maddie specifically. Just where she needed to go next, regardless of all of this, at which point she’d see her teammate in a whole new light. That was also where I was headed in a minute, without needing to worry about changing. I was already wearing my lifeguard red underneath my clothes. Not my favorite swimwear, though I’d take the mature/responsible color over the blindingly pink one piece that Madeline wore yesterday. Unless she borrowed something from another girl, she’d be wearing the amusingly childish swimsuit again this morning, since I had a little fun with her bags before we left our house for camp. I knew exactly what she did and didn’t have compared to what she packed, and I’m sure she had taken inventory by now as well. Running into Pixie on the way, I settled into a bit of small talk with her that I was only half paying attention to. The other half was still focused on dear Maddie. As in, what was going to happen now that Bailey knew? The mystery was part of the fun, of course. For all I knew, Bailey would spend the whole day processing and figuring out how to move forward with the information I had given her. Or she would take one look at my sister and decide she wanted to act immediately and get some kind of prank-y revenge on Maddie for using Fireflies for her ‘experiment.’ Maybe I could find a way to lead a few of Maddie’s activities for the day, to possibly catch whatever Bailey would eventually throw at her. Or, worst case, I could probably coax it out of her the next time she tried to talk about her situation when we both knew that I held all the cards. It was a funny visual, imagining Maddie whining about something a bunch of twelve year old girls did to her. Smirking to myself, and crossing my fingers that Bailey would jump into action sooner rather than later, I walked to the lake with Pixie. Even in that pink one piece, spotting my sister was a tall order due to the sheer quantity of campers who gathered for the ranked games. And, no matter what the rest of the day brought, Madeline was going to have to jump into the lake when it was on the colder side. “What do you think, Pixie? Another rising 8th win?” I asked. That was the safe bet. There was always the chance Madeline’s team would win. I still hadn’t quite figured that part out yet. For now, I was just going to sit back and enjoy the show. ----------------------- Check out my website: www.ladyluciastories.com And my SubscribeStar: https://subscribestar.adult/lady-lucia -
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