First Day at Camp
Victoria, ever the optimist, expected to hate camp. The trip there was long and she was still lightly salted about her mothers halfhearted send off. It was mildly upsetting how easily the woman was tricked into sending her fifteen year old child to a camp all the way across the country. The girl shook her head, stepping out of the Hermes cabin where she had just dropped her stuff. She still wore her backpack, the black mass clashing with her whole.. Cute, carefree, tough girl vibe. But Victoria felt safe with her backpack. That backpack was her home. Looking around, a small, slightly crooked, mischievous grin came to her pretty face. Camp looked nice. It looked fun. “Yea.. I can rock with Camp Hal-Blood.”
Cato noticed the girl exit the Hermes cabin. He didn’t recognize her, so she must be new. “Hey, I’m Cato. Who are you?”
The girl raised an eyebrow, looking over the kid. He seemed pretty cool. She crossed her arms and shrugged, playing some random character. “What’s it to ya, kitty Cat?” Why she was playing tough, not even Victoria knew. But she was only playing. A grin came to her face and she punched the guys arm. “Names Victoria. I’m new. Undetermined parent.” She just answered all the usual questions.
He smiled and chuckled a bit. “Kitty cat? That one’s new.” He held out his hand. “Victoria, like our Queen. Well, my queen at least. I do hope you find out your parent soon. The Hermes cabin has loads of rubbish everywhere.”
“Loads of rubbish?” Victoria laughed and raised an eyebrow. She looked around, as if someone was listening. “Better not let anyone hear you.. They may be rubbish, but they are fashionably rubbish.” She’d grown to like the chaotic, blonde, mischievous children of cabin eleven.
“Oh, goodness me, no! The Hermes children are delightful. They just have loads of rubbish on their floors. Forgive me.” He muttered, “Hopefully, none of them heard that.”
She nodded her agreement and grinned. The girl looked over Cat in silence, trying to get a read on his deal. He was British, apparently, and kinds good looking. He seemed to defy her ‘People who are good looking AND British are either dumb or tools’ theory. He seemed like a solid guy. Finally, with a smile, Victoria held out a hand. “Well even if they did, I’d sass them about the rubbish on the floor and you’d be fine. And hey, its nice to meet you, Cat Man.”
He takes her hand. “Pleasure. Honestly, my gentleman instincts would clean up the cabin before I even thought about it. Hey, did you tell me how old you are? You seem young.”
Gentleman instincts? Victoria laughed. She wasn’t someone who ever set off anyone’s ‘gentleman instincts’. She was someone the gentleman asked to step out of the way, so he could get to the girl who was in need of a gentleman. The girl bowed dramatically and kissed Cato’s hand, to make a point. “Believe me, dear sir, while appreciated, your gentleman instincts are wasted on someone like me.” She stood then, a smirk on her face. “And I am 15. Not so young I think. How old are you?”
He chuckled. “You’re fifteen? That’s always nice. I’m nineteen. Been living just a tad longer than you.” He kissed her hand in return. “You’re down-right brilliant, you know that?”
“I do but, feel free to say it again, old man.” Victoria laughed and stretched, yawning widely. She was still a little groggy and needed to wake up. Looking over Cato, the girl grinned. “Wanna grab a bite, then spar? I’ve been wanting to try my hand and it.”
“Sure thing, kiddo. I’ve been meaning to try and learn how to spar, but I’ve always put it off. Now, I have a good reason to do it.” He started to walk to the Pavilion. “What kind of food do you fancy, Miss Victoria?”
Kiddo? Victoria raised an eyebrow and punched Cato in the ribs, a little harder then intended. “Hey, none of the pet name crap. I am a very mature fifteen, thank you very much.” She laughed then, following him to the pavilion. “And I like chicken strips. With JoJo’s.” She was excited to finally fight with Big Daddy, the sword she’d selected to be hers. He was a fantastic sword!
He covered his torso, blocking her from punching him again. “Hey! Why’d you go and do that, mate? Sparring hasn’t begun yet, now has it?” He stopped right before the steps to the pavilion. “I don’t think I’m familiar with ‘JoJo’s’. What is that?”
