~The Beginning of Life~

~ Chapter 13 ; The Sleepy Sixteen ~

Travis gets up and dashes outside with Nico behind him. Apparently I was the only one who heard that last comment of his... Yep, he definitely hated me. A hater, yayyy.

The other 12 stay silent- until purple haired Melissa speaks up. "Hey, how about we keep a group name?"

Joey the gloomy one rolls his eyes. "How about "the lucky sixteen?" He suggests sarcastically. He was being sarcastic about the lucky part.

Purple haired Melissa frowns at him while a few people laugh.

"That sounds good," says rude Gabe, shrugging.

"The sixteentabulous sixteen," says straight blonde haired Emily.

"Uhh that's a bit to big," says little Anna.

"Yeah, just a bit," sassy Clara emphasizes.

Before anyone can say anything else, Travis leads a blonde haired boy into the cabin. He has coal black eyes which scans the interior.

"Everyone, meet Arthur," says Travis.

Silent Arthur's unnerving black eyes passes over us. He seemed dangerous, but I got the impression of panic in his eyes... probably not a people fan.

Hyper Turner, that other black haired guy, grins and pats the floor next to him. Arthur walks over and sits next to him uncomfortably.

Probably trying to not make him feel uncomfortable, the others turn their attention away from him. I sigh inwardly and look outside the window. Not many campers were out but I could definitely see Nico heading back to his cabin. He seems irritated, like always. Poor guy. For some reason, I find this amusing and I smirk while turning back.

Orange haired Walton notices. "What are you looking at?"

"Time,",I say simply. "It's already night."

He nods gravely when Connor says something.

"It's nearly late and I guess you guys are tired from being knocked out for days, so- uhh..." he rethinks his words. Tired from being passed out for days. Well then.

We laugh. Admittedly, I actually was tired, despite being knocked out for a few hours.

"It's alright Travis, I still am tired from being knocked out for ten days," Anna says as she gets up.

"Oh, that's great! Err in a way," Connor grins and heads to his bed.

The rest of us get up too and head to our own ones. A few required sleeping bags- okay not few, more like eight of us- and I was among them.

I lie on my back, the coldness of the floor coming through the sleeping bag. It doesn't bother me though.
THE COLD NEVER BOTHERED ME ANYWAYYYYYY

I stare blankly at the ceiling.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Walton shoot me a worried glance before settling down. Everyone else was caught with themselves, grouping in their groups, talking excitedly. Thankfully, no one makes any slips and says the words 'books' or 'characters'. I don't how I could hear them all, but I just could.

After a while, the lights go off. I turn on my side and close my eyes as I hear something like 'Immortals' by Fall Out Boy playing from somewhere. Probably my head. Sounds like the kind of thing it'd do.
Darn head.