22 December 2017

Positivity Camp Part XXI

Written by Sarah-Maree

Not sure if anyone even reads this intro or not, but here’s a fun fact about this week’s Positivity Camp segment! I wrote this a while ago :D Yup, that’s right! I had an annoying moment of inspiration, one that had me laughing for no discernable reason – luckily there was no one else around.

At that moment, I had a problem. I could pretend like the scene in my head was lame and I could move on to having a relaxing Saturday, or I could write a scene out of order lest it become lost forever. To my dismay, I chose to sit down and write it because I didn’t want to lose it. I mean, it wasn’t like I had all that many plans for my Saturday, but sitting down and writing was NOT on my list.

Ah, well. Somehow, I get the feeling that no one really cares about my Saturday woes, just so long as there’s a new Positivity Camp. Feeling the love guys, feeling the love.

Oh, and you who-shall-not-be-named-but-who-knows-who-they-are, I have a few more pre-written stories. The notebook you so sneakily took with a completed chapter has been hidden. Thank. You. Very. Much. That is all! Enjoy ^_^


Previously on Positivity Camp:Teacher quickly drains the life out of the campers as he forces them to draw a box without speaking. Daniel watches as Teacher creates more boards with forbidden words for the wall outside of camp. The mood shifts as campers are free to go to their next activity: Nature Walk.

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Finally! We had made it to the nature center! It was everything I had hoped it would be. Lizards and bugs and snakes in a variety of cages. The place even had a small pond with an impressive rock waterfall snuggled away in a corner at the back of the room. It had to be a Coy Fish Pond! It had to be! I just knew it.

For once, we were all happy. There were no complaints as we each took a seat around the two tables in the center of the room. All the faces around me were full of idiotic happiness. Nearly all eyes were glued to the cages, looking for any sign of movement. Mine couldn’t focus on any one thing long enough to make anything out. They kept darting about the room as I looked from the cages to the windows to the mysterious pond in the corner.

And smiles! We were actually smiling! How long had it been since any of us had felt joy? Legitimate joy at being at camp! And how could we not feel joy? There were lizards to look at! And snakes! And a bunny!!

“Hello, Children. I’m Councilor Kimberly and –”

“Hello, Councilor Kimberly!” we interrupted, only all too happy to give her a proper greeting.

“– I’ll be your guide for this nature walk.”

There were several giggles as some could not contain their joy at that announcement. I, of course, had enough restraint and only smiled at the news.

“To begin with, I would like each of you to reach inside the cubby of your desk and pull out the nature guide pamphlet within.”

A few fights broke out as eager hands took the pamphlet of the kid next to them. The fights were brief, however, as no one really wanted more than one pamphlet. Luckily, the conflicts ended before there was bloodshed. And there would have been bloodshed, but only because it was unavoidable with all-out brawls. I’m sure I wasn’t the only one contemplating flipping someone’s chair over or exchanging blows, but only if I didn’t get my pamphlet! Thankfully, I had no trouble in retrieving it as the girl next to me waited until after I had retrieved mine to get her own.

Morale was high with our group, and grudges ended as we all held the precious paper. No one knew what was going to happen, but one thing was certain, we were on the path to great things!

“Do you all have a pamphlet?” the amazing Councilor Kimberly asked.

“YES!” we answered in unison.

“Excellent! Let’s skip to page four of the packet, the numbers are on the bottom right. Let me…help you…if you have difficulty finding it.”

“Found it!” “I’m good!” “Got it!”

Several more shouts followed as we all eagerly confirmed that we were on the right page.

“Excellent! Now then, let’s begin with the section titled: The Life Cycle of Grass. Who would like to read the first paragraph for me?”

She was so amazing, we all wanted to read it! Unfortunately, she quickly selected some lucky kid in the front row. I hated him for that.

“My name’s Brent!” the idiot said, instead of reading the paragraph like he had been asked to do by the ever-wonderful Kimberly.

“That’s a lovely name!” the incredibly patient and kind Kimberly said. It only made me hate Brent more. “Can you read the first paragraph for me, Brent?”

“Right! The life cycle of grass,” he began, “is a process as complex as that of any other organism on our world. Like other plants, it begins from the smallest form. Can you guess it? That’s right, it begins in the form of a seed. As the seed falls from the original plant, it is often carried by the wind, birds, or other creatures until it finds a suitable…spot of soil.”

It wasn’t until Bret, who was surprisingly a good reader compared to most of the kids I had to listen to at school, paused that the words sank in. We were reading about grass growing…

“From there…the seed will…begin its journey to…adulthood,” Bret’s voice died out as he finished the final sentence in the first paragraph. We all felt his pain. How could they do this to us? How could Councilor Kimberly do this to us?!

“That was wonderful, Brent! Who would like to go next?”

“Are we seriously going to be reading about grass growing?” the girl next to me asked.

“Of course we are! How else would you be able to appreciate the nature walk unless you learn more about what it is you are seeing?”

“I think it would be more fun if we watched grass actually growing,” I said morosely.

There were several groans of agreement. More were about to speak out when a shadow passed over us all. Councilor Kimberly jumped and she spun to face the large glass windows.

We all turned to look. The sun was at just the right angle to have shot someone or something’s shadow into the room. I had thought it was simply a person, but no one should have been wandering around camp, so I wasn’t sure. Besides that, our councilor’s reaction had me on edge.

“Oh! This is…oh!!”

“What was that?” I asked around the same time as several others in our group.

Councilor Kimberly had her radio in hand. She ignored us as she fumbled with the buttons. “I need help! This is Councilor Kimberly at the Nature Center! Repeat, I need backup, OVER!” She clipped her radio back to her waist and ran for the entry door.

We were all frozen to our chairs, horrified, and confused. Before I could work up the courage to move, the door opened. Kimberly tried to stop it and whatever was fighting to get in, but it slipped past her, or rather, he slipped past her.

“I’m coming lizards!” the boy shouted.

“KEVIN! STOP!” Councilor Kimberly yelled, but it was too late. Kevin pumped his arm back and in an over-the-top swing, he launched a rock at the largest glass cage. The glass cracked with the impact and the animal within went crazy! The large lizard swung its whip like tail at the glass, the force of it widening the crack.

“KEVIN! How could you!?”

“Uh, Councilor Kimberly, the grass–er–glass is cracking!” Brent called out. He was closest to the enraged creature, being on the end seat in the front row. All thoughts of envy toward him disappeared as I recognized his unenviable position.

“Wha–? Everyone get back! Iguanas can be very dangerous! If he gets loose, –”

“When,” I said quietly, my eyes never leaving the widening crack in the glass. The enraged lizard flicked his tail against the glass again and again. He never stopped, almost as though he could sense the frailty of the wall he fought against.

“– stay away from him! Their claws and their saliva contain salmonella! Get on your desks!” She struggled to keep Kevin back. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him wrestling to get free and run to the lizard.

The glass shook with the next impact. The crack splintered off into a kaleidoscope that encompassed the whole side wall, and then it shattered apart.

“NOW!” Councilor Kimberly ordered. We all scrambled to get up.

We stood, wide-eyed and terrified, on top of our desks. The iguana, however, remained in the cage. His head tilted this way and that, and while his tail twitched, it had ceased its thrashing.

“Let me go!” Kevin cried.

I risked a look in his direction. Councilor Kimberly certainly had her hands full. The kid meant business too! I was fairly certain I saw bite or scratch marks along with what looked like beads of blood on her arms.

“Who is that kid?” I asked quietly.

The girl in front of me somehow heard my question because she turned around and gave me a sad look. “That’s, Kevin. He’s…special. Or at least, he…has a special condition. The councilors have been having a difficult time with him all day.”

“I’ve heard his name mentioned several times over their radios,” someone else chimed in.

“Yeah, first I heard of him was shortly after Councilor Dave sent you and Wendy off to the Nurse’s Station,” another kid added.

“I want the table closest to me to slowly, and I mean slowly, exit off the side furthest away from the iguana. Then I want you to go outside and stay there.”

“But I want the lizard!!!” Kevin screamed.

“Where is my back-up?” Councilor Kimberly moaned.

The lizard continued to keep his eye on us, but we each made it down without incident. As I passed by our nature guide, I couldn’t help but look at the damage Kevin was causing. The girl from earlier had been right about the kid, he wasn’t normal. I wasn’t really sure what disorder he had, but he clearly didn’t care that he was hurting people, or that he could have harmed the lizard in his attempt to free it.

Once I made it outside, I had a difficult time not worrying about the stressful scene inside the Nature Center. Then, out from the shadows of the building stepped two familiar and welcoming faces. It was then that I knew Kevin’s arrival had been no accident.


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