Campfire Story

Bodies - Crime
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Oct 28, 2012 09:11 PM Introduction
kittyhawk started with:
My mother pushed to me to come with the boys. I preferred to stay home and read and do things that occupied my mind. I was the only child and had never really developed into a rough and tumble boy. The kind of boy I know my mom dreamed of. It was just mom and me. I didn't have anyone to show me how to grow up to be a man. I was 15 at the time, and I should have been out doing what guys do, but I didn't really know how to do that. But here I was in a car full of 3 other guys heading on a weekend camping trip. I was really excited, but really intimidated. Bandit, Harvey and Robert were older than me and they had always helped my mom around the house with maintenance and such. They never really payed much attention to me, but over the last two years, they had really befriended my mom. I guess they felt sorry for me so they had asked me if I would like to go with them camping, something they did often they said. I sat in the backseat of the car listening to them being guys. There was a rhythmic back and forth between them that to my ears sounded like a fight was ensuing, but on the contrary they seemed to be relishing each other's company. I tried real hard to look like I fit in, but it was pretty obvious that I was a tenderfoot.
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Nov 04, 2012 10:54 AM Entry #1
kittyhawk wrote:
I sat there quietly watching the boys go back and forth. There was a connection between them that I envied. It went something like "you dumbass you don't have a clue what you're talking about".  "your mother is a dumbass you fool". And so it went for the majority of the trip. After a while I relaxed and just took in the moment. I had known these guys all my life, but we had never really gotten to know each other. Bandit was the leader of the pack. He had chiseled good looks and was an avid outdoorsman. No one messed with him at school, I had seem him handle himself once, and the other guy didn't stand a chance. He had always been very friendly towards me unlike the other two who were just indifferent. Harvey was the oldest. Him and Robert were brothers. Harvey was the academic whiz and jock. He always seemed to have a pretty girl at his side. He was always the one escorting the head cheerleader during awards ceremonies and his picture was always in the local paper. Harvey was 17 and Robert was 15 like me. Robert didn't say much. He was always at his brothers side but he was just always there.
Feb 22, 2014 02:36 AM Entry #2

  after a couple hours, my silent prayers to not be drug into the somehow amiable verbal abuses were answered and we arrived at Victory Lake campground. Tall evergreen trees dwarfed even bandit in size and made me feel even smaller, something I thought impossible until now. The camp sites encircled a good sized lake that seemed almost in the shape of a pear. We parked at lot number thrity, near the middle with an empty lot to one side and an R.V and tent set up at the other.

 "Hey dick weed," I jerked to attention, "oops, I guess you'll be dick weed two since you like it. I was talking to dick weed number one." Harvey said, high fiving bandit as they grabbed gear from the rear of the car. Robert mopped over to his brothers side instead of verbalizing his response. "You keep an eye on this one, don't mess this up, you asked to get a shot at making some big boy money so do not screw around, got it?" Harvey said in a tone that was oddly serious for what I've seen between the brothers.

"Yeah Harv, no sweat."

"We'll see. Ay number two, grab some gear, ass hole." Harvey said incredulously, noticing I was the only one sitting in the car and not helping. Something about the pack that Harvey gave Robert gave me a chill, the chicken shit shivers is what Bandit would call it but none the less I could tell Robert was into something that he was feigning a willingness to take part in.

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