"Then let's go talk to him!" She says, pulling me towards him.
"Uhhhhhh...Hi, how's it goin'?" I nervously remark to him, realizing that it IS Erik Von Detton.
"Oh, hey, pretty good," He answers back.
"Do you know where Bunk 39 is? This is our first time here, and we don't know where we're going," Kait tells him boldly.
"Actually, I was looking for Bunk 39 myself!" He says. "It's my first time here too."
"Kewl. Do you know anyone else from that Bunk?" I ask him.
"Yeah, I know two people," Erik says, smiling, "You two!! By the way, I'm Erik, who are you?"
"Oh, sorry. I'm Aairana Jordan and this is Kaitlyn Smith."
"Neat. Should we go and try to find our Bunk?" He questions.
"Yep, sure. LEAD THE WAY!!" Kait says, kind of hyper.
"Ummm...we're in five...I THINK!" Kait says.
"Yeah, we are," I say looking at the paper that I was given. "It says it right on your paper Kay."
"Oh DUH!!!" She says, hitting herself in the head.
"Hey, I thought your name was Kaitlyn!" Erik says, confused.
"It is. Kait, Kay, Katie, Kaitlyn, Buttmunch, Gen, Genny, they're all the same!" Kait (KayKatieKaitlynButtmunchGenGenny) states.
"Oh, I see." Erik ends. We walk in the door and there is a clipboard on a table in the front with all of the people who have signed in so far on it. We sign in.
1. Taran Noah Smith
2. Abigail Gretchen Norrison
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5. Aairana Kalle Jordan and Kaitlyn Genasys Smith
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10. Erik Von Detton
We went to find our rooms, which wasn't very hard because all there was in the building was a big room with couches and pool tables and things. There were two bathrooms coming off of the main room. Then there was a long hallway which led to the rooms. At the end of the hall were rooms 5 and 10.
"See you guys later!" Erik tells us, going into his room. We go into our room and start unpacking. I have four huge suitcases FULL of clothes, three hugs boxes of all of my Hanson stuff, six more boxes of all my other crapolla*, and a trunk full of some more. Kait had about the same. Plus we had a file cabinet, that we were going to put all of our Hanson magazines and articles and junk in. (We planned on staying for a LONG time.)
When you first walked into the room, on your left was a bunk bed, pushed up against the wall. (I claimed the bottom one, seeing as I'm KIND OF afraid of heights.) Then straight ahead was a very large window overlooking the sparkly lake. Then to your right there are two doors with a television in between. The door closest to the window was the closet, and it was kind of walk in, with a bar going across the back, and one on the left side. There was a shoe rack on the floor for our many shoes. The other door on that wall was a bathroom. In the bathroom you walked in and right by the door was a sink with a garbage can underneath it and next to that was the toilet and next to that was the shower, all facing some floor to ceiling wicker shelves. There were two dressers at the head of our bed.
We first unpacked all of our clothes and put them in the two dressers. Kait's was the one closest to the wall and mine was the closest to the rest of the room. We then took all of our shoes and put them in the bottom of the closet. we then hung up the close that we could not fit in the dressers and plus some that we want to be hung up.
We then took out all of our Hanson crapolla, and hug up our 4,736 posters. we had them hung everywhere including the bathroom. And then we put all of our Hanson stuff all over the room, everywhere you looked there was Hanson. We came to the signed CD that my 2nd cousin had gotten for my parents to give to me as a going away gift.
"Were should we hang it?" I ask
"How about right above the TV?" Kay insists
"'That sounds good." I say hanging up the frame.
*means crap
