The inside of the lounge had a screen walls and wooden tables with coffee tables, and wooden chairs. A kind of dusty look. To the far left on one side was a flat screen T.V., and two A.C. things. On the right was a counter with seats on one side and then just the bar tender side on the other. This lounge would be a site of future fun, and trouble. And how can one be both? In the next blog post you will find out, dear reader. But for now, we are going to move to a scene where we played, where we tried to decide on playing Capture the Flag, all of us, girls and boys. Rebecca wanted to play it, and we tried to organize teams. There was 6 of us, in all. And we stood by the road on the left side of the lounge, behind the restrooms and the counter and the rod, where they lay the laundry. There was a problem though, as I organized it to be Christopher, Amy, and Rebecca, and Melanie, Jonathan and me. Fair enough teams. But there was still a hold-up. Christopher wanted to be with Jonathan, Jonathan wanted to be with me, and Amy and Melanie didn't want to be with Christopher and Jonathan. So, it seemed like it was going to be girls against boys. But Rebecca didn't want it that way. She said it was unfair, that we were all big and strong and the older ones, and that we would hurt them all. It was simply unfair, she stated, simply unfair.
But the boys wanted to be with me together and the girls wanted to be not with the boys with Rebecca! I tried it every which way, but I always got the same result, that it HAD to be boys V.S. girls! I tried reasoning with Rebecca, but then Amy and Melanie got a little flexible. They could be with me, and the boys could be with Rebecca. Alright, but one more problem remained, Jonathan wanted to be with me because this would be the last time we would see them, the very last time. It had been chance that we had been reunited after seeing them in Michigan, and we probably wouldn't see them again after those three days of our stay. But, Rebecca wouldn't budge as ever, and argued. It made everybody pretty sad and irritated that she wouldn't compromise. Then we did a series of, people who get to the tree or the bikes first pick the teams, or something like that. We ran back and forth and let the girls pick the teams, but not Rebecca. It was actually a little fun. But we didn't get anywhere. I was mad at Rebecca for not compromising, she is so stubborn. So the girls went to make charm bracelets or store acorns (so boring), while I got my bike and we biked around while talking a little. We talked about different movies, and some other things.
I was kind of sad about the kind of language and potty mouth talked they used, like "Up your but with a coconut" and the word "frieken" We debated on if it means the same use as the bad word (I'm sure you know what I'm referring to) on the right side by a tree and a field that made a sort of bowl formation in the middle of the park. I said it meant the same thing, they said because if it was made into an un-bad word it didn't make the same thing. There was no use arguing over it, they would continue to use the bad word and I would continue to think it bad and a disgrace. So I left the subject. Christopher was a little mean, like blindly declaring why I said some things and that I was too literary or old school, things like that. We stopped talking and placed our bikes on the left side of the lounge, on a sidewalk, and I had told them I had (toy) guns. I came out with the silver one and the black one I had gotten from a Crackle Barrel, and a blue star wars one that didn't make a sound and had a whole in the front, broken off. The silver one Rebecca had dropped and the stock fell off, and when Dad glued it back together he made it so the trigger couldn't pull, by accident of course. The black and silver were both revolvers. I had given Jonathan on the last night in Detroit my old silver one, a one I cherished and loved but saw he loved too. The next day he accidently cocked it back and then it wouldn't shoot, but he still used it. And I gave Christopher the blue one, Jonathan the new silver one, and I kept the only good gun I had, the black one, to myself. I would not let another person ruin it.
Because Rebecca broke the silver one, Jonathan the other, and Zach the purple one I had. I left that at home. I only had one good one left, I would let no one use it. Another Penny, an accident prone family, would not take it. But amazingly, just then, as Jonathan held it in his hands, the thing fell apart again. I was ballistic. Dad was by the grill ready to make hamburgers, and he informed me he could fix it. Since then, miraculously, Dad has fixed it and allowed it to function and shoot again. Thanks Dad. But now that the gun came apart in Jonathan's hands, I was sure on not giving a Penny a gun again, cursed be they. Actually, the day that happened was Friday the 13th, and so it was unlucky! But Sunday the 15th, would be really unlucky, as you will see in that blog post. But for now, let us stay here. So Christopher didn't like that blue gun, and of course we couldn't use the silver one, it it's off stock form. So they planned on going back to their R.V., to dig in the closet for the semi automatic camouflage gun and the silver one I gave Jonathan in Detroit. Christopher went to look for it first, but didn't look hard. Then they both went in. The girls were biking around and doing different girl things. When they returned, we planned on playing a little cop and robber, and selected Christopher as the cop. When he shot one of us, that shot guy was the future cop, and then you continue between the one robber and one cop. If the cop shoots the robber first, then the cop wins and he and the other one becomes robbers. If the robber wins, than he can pick to be the cop if he wants to, but they usually don't like to be the sole cop against two robbers. To kids, the robber is the cool guy. Sorry cops.
But as I said, Christopher was the cop with the silver gun, and Jonathan were the robbers. I had the black one and he the green semi automatic. Christopher counted by the bathrooms as he and I circled behind all the tables, behind the large counter. Guns ready, we peeked through the stools and high chairs, ready to splatter Christopher's blood all around. Then we came in, hiding behind a bench with cotton and cushions, putting his gun up. We waited for some one to make the first move. Shots rang out in our minds, while only little sounds coming from fake guns echoed out in the world of reality. I nodded to Rex, my partner in crime. We could take down this young ignorant police man, a routine nice guy. They give us a chance for surrender, not shooting immediately. It's too bad for that kid we don't play by those rules. He was dead even before he walked in. Rex and I walked forward, as the cop comes up to shoot and then ducks again We shoot at him, and Jonathan(in reality now) says, "YOU'RE SHOT CHRISTOPHER! YOU'RE DEAD!" Since Christopher denied it all, we continued playing. Jonathan and I knew we couldn't just keep staying behind and waiting for him or us to make a false move, with both opponents under good cover. Somehow it had to stop. So I planned a risky escape, for us to go out in the open.
Back in fiction, now. "Rex, let's say to go to his left, and then go right, and go through those doors by the counter and circle out. Then we can get behind the office and wait 'til he comes out, and make him come out in the open. " We planned to do it. We slowly crawled out behind it, and then dashed to make an escape. Opening the doors, behind me I could hear Christopher saying, "BANG, BANG, BANG! YOU'RE SHOT" Rex had cleverly gone first, to be the one to catch him off guard. By the time the police man came to his senses he would be gone and I would fall victim. I was shot in the back, and I felt the pain oozing in me, my adrenaline heating up. I made it just to the pine straw behind the office, and then slid down. I saw Christopher coming out of the lounge, and then I saw Jonathan had run ahead of me. I shot Christopher, and he shot me first. I came to the ground, dead as a doornail. But I told Jonathan that I wanted to be fair and not lie, and I said yes, he shot me before. Then I became the cop. We continued to play around, shooting, running away, hiding behind places. It was a lot of fun. I'm glad I had the time with them. After we were done, sweating and thirsty, I got some water bottles in the R.V. We talked about girls, books like Left Behind and such, and even about a guy in NYC who had seven komodo dragons in his apartment and got eaten by them, you know, the kid things.
After talking on a picnic table, and looking at the bathroom and talking about horror and scary things, we left and were a little bored. So we asked Rebecca and them if they wanted to play sardines. We put all our feet in the circle, and the last person to be hit with the "eany, meany, mini, moe" was the hider. It was me. Everyone else counted by the lounge, and I went down the slope to the river, hiding behind a tree, flat on the ground. I heard people counting, and them then going to the right, away from me towards where the boats go off into the water and the kayaks and canoes go too. The strategy was that no one would look at this hiding spot, it was so easy to find someone. They all knew I was pretty smart, so why would I pick down a little hill with nothing but trees to hide myself in? But Melanie looked for me, and then spotted me and joined me. I said hello to her, telling her to be quiet, that we needed to find another hiding spot away from here, like behind a tree. She was a little loud, but told me that Jonathan and Christopher and Amy went all to the right. Rebecca went in the lounge. So she might come back. Melanie was not too mean this time. But loud.
Loud whispering, anyhow. I asked her if we should go to the bottom behind a sign by the river, but she said we would fall in the river. We were located on the grass in the middle of the hill. Rebecca heard us, and came down. We told her we should probably move to a tree that had it's branch pretty low, and some leaves. We saw another girl, Amy's friend, fishing. We said hi. She waved back. So now we were pretty well off. We played around with twigs, fiddling our thumbs, awaiting our discovery. We also talked to pass the time. One never feels at ease when people are looking for them, one never totally forgets about it and allows themselves to talk freely and without thought of anything to happen. But we did, fools that we are. And Amy saw us, followed by Christopher. So we hadn't lasted long. Jonathan was the only person left, and of course he wouldn't be long in coming, once he noticed everyone was gone and had come down here. He's probably only a little ways away, waiting for Amy or Christopher to come back up and say that we weren't here. We all kind of stayed silent for a while, and then I announced we had to leave. Clumsily and pretty loud we went to the right on the back's of the R.V. sites, and came to ours. Then we ushered people on, trying to be quiet, and went to the R.V. We sprinted across to one of the cabins, and stayed behind. Dad saw us on the way and said hi. We said we had to be silent, and then went over. No sight of Jonathan.
He must've been in the lounge, we supposed. Amy was our lookout, small as she is, peeking over the back walls of the things, looking through the rails of the porch. There were a lot of times as we went back and back of the cabins, left and right across aisles of them, trying to make the moment of capture farther away, that there were picnic tables behind the cabins, which we sat on. Sadly I couldn't be a lookout because if he saw me then he would be sure to come over. So I sat, and gave people small sticks to defend themselves with. We went behind a dumpster and looked out. But it was smelly there. So we moved back. Jonathan asked in on Melanie's walkie talkie, and she didn't answer. He probably knew she was with us now. So she answered and said she hadn't found them yet. But he would still know if she was telling the truth, why did she say to him she couldn't come? She had to go if we wanted this game of cat and mouse to continue. She went out to meet him by the field, and led him the other way. We continued to look and stay, picking up metal rods we found. After a long time we saw Jonathan walking down with Melanie. We had to go back in the woods, as they continued to get closer. On a rack of picnic tables we hid. He ran all the way over and found us, and thus the game ended.
Dad told us that dinner was ready, hamburgers. Mrs. Penny had actually talked to Mom about some stuff. Mom asked if maybe they could eat with us but Mrs. Penny said she could not, because she was packing to leave and go see her father the next day and didn't have much food, and needed alone time to pack. So Dad cooked the burgers, and the toppings were laid out on the picnic table, water bottles passed around. We put ours on, and the kids were quite rude indeed, I must admit. Very un thank you and imperative. These attitudes would maximize as the days progressed. With paper plates, napkins, and seated down while Mom and Dad were inside, we looked at the creek and told funny stories. I spun one about Melanie getting eaten by a gator, and Jonathan shooting the gator and getting her out, and then Amy flying over to get Rebecca who did C.P.R. They all had a part to play. It was fun, got a lot of laughs from people. When done they asked to come inside and peek, and then they did. I showed Jonathan my rescue heroes and we played around with them. Christopher liked Rebecca's dog. I showed the boys a program on the mac called Photo Booth, and showed them the blog. The girls did some stuff too. Then Mom said that the Penny's had to go home, and so Rebecca and I took them home on our bikes. We told them goodbye, after a good time playing.
We went back in the R.V., and went to bed by pulling out the bed. It was good to be in my bed again. It was a great day, and we saw the Penny's once more. The next two days would be fun also, oh, yes they would. But that's another blog, isn't it?
Goodbye for now.
Up your but with a coconut. Where do they come up with these things?,
Andrew.
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