After 353 days of living our normal lives as teens in Los Angeles, we had finally escaped reality and arrived at Camp Akiba. I was so excited to reunite with all of my friends. We had a lot to catch up on, and a lot to plan for...
As the bus pulled away, we were all ready for fun and games. We had no idea what camp actually had in store for us.
"See you in 12 days Mr. bus driver!"
After the bus left, our counselors read off the cabin assignments. It was always a source of anxiety...wondering who would be in my cabin, and who I would share my bunk bed with. Since it was my last year as a camper, I was really hoping to bunk with my friends. The four of us were in the same cabin. What a relief!
Bright and early the next morning, we woke up with ink all over our faces... it appeared that COLOR WARS had begun! We couldn't believe our eyes, and our excitement overpowered our anger about being drawn on.
The scoundrels even left us the pens they used to draw on us!
It was an official war zone, blue vs. green.
"We are mean, green, and ready to make a scene!"
"We are the blue crew and are ready to spew!"
"You better run, you greenie weenie!!!"
Nooo!
"The blue will not wash off!"
When we realized that the blue ink wouldn't wash off, we were worried that we might be blue forever...and tried to imagine going back to school, interviewing for a job, or getting married as a Smurf!
Five days, and six showers later, it was time for the Camp Dance and we were ALL STILL BLUE! We had moved on from thinking it was funny, and were now focused on figuring out who had done this to us.
Great memories were always made at the dance. There were certain songs that we all loved, and the DJ never failed to play them.
Camp Dance
We danced our hearts out, groovin' to camp songs all night long
Until suddenly, the room filled with darkness.
"It had to have been them!" my friend Jessica said.
My friends and I heard the boys laughing and became incredulous.
We found our way to the exit, and made our way outside. We were sad that the dance had ended prematurely and were angry that the boys had pranked us again.
Camp Dance
A few days later, we were getting ready for our overnight hike. Our counselors told us that there was a contest for the cleanest cabin, so we all worked together to make our beds and put everything away. Our cabin was spotless for the first time since we had arrived.
After a fun and exhausting day hiking, we had a blast at the campfire, eating s'mores, and telling scary stories.
While the fire still crackled, we all climbed into our sleeping bags and gazed at the thousands of stars in the sky. We were amazed at how many there were. We talked for hours on end until slowly everyone passed out.
My heart was filled with joy as I reflected on the night we shared together.
The next morning when we arrived back at our cabin, all of our stuff was hanging in the tree. We were shocked, confused and wondered who had done this to us. We decided that it could only have been the boys, and that it was time to get even. Enough was enough!
Later that day, during pool time, we hatched our devious plan to get revenge on the boys for all of the pranks that they had been pulling on us.
As everybody jumped into the pool, two of us discreetly snuck out, and headed toward the boys' side of camp.
Jessica and I ran across camp and made it to the boys' cabin without being seen.
Our hearts were racing. Partially from the run, and partially from the excitement of exacting our revenge.
Boy's Cabin
We were amazed that their cabin was so clean. After all of the pranks they had played on us, we knew that we needed to get them back. We put all of their stuff in a giant pile, along with some food they had hidden.
Busted!
Uh oh!
after many hours of playing detective and narrowing down our options, we concluded that it had been the counselors the entire time. they tried to frame the boys by only letting us girls turn blue from the paint and markers, and making thee boys laugh when the lights went out, during the dance and also only taking our stuff out of the cabin
We got back to our cabin and filled the girls in on what had happened, and how the boys denied pulling pranks on us. After a little while playing detective, we concluded that it had been the counselors the whole time...and they were making it seem like the boys had done it. Tricky!
The counselors had turned us blue from the paint and markers, and had also turned out the lights during the dance. It turns out that they were the ones who hung our stuff in the tree while we were away on our overnight hike. It was both mean and brilliant.
I felt a wave of excitement rush through my body and I was ready.
We plotted our revenge and waited until the last night of camp. We armed ourselves with cream pies and scoped out our targets in the dining hall. It was time to ATTACK!
After completing our surprise ambush, the counselors admitted to masterminding the pranks that were played on us. In unison they raised their white napkins and surrendered, vowing never to prank us again.