Miles Stafford
Male | 18 | Ace | Hearing aid out | Heading for the lodge | Tagged: no one
Miles leaned his head against the window of the camp's bus, watching as the forest rolled past. He'd had to fly here alone from Alabama, a journey that his mother had been very much against. However, she feared what his father would say if she left to accompany him since he was against him going to this camp in the first place. It was a miracle he was here at all, and while a summer camp in the middle of nowhere wasn't Miles's ideal place to relax, he was very very glad to be out of the house for the summer. So very glad. Now that he was here, watching the scenery go by, he felt strangely at peace. Like he could stop worrying about everything for a while and just relax. Then he remembered he wouldn't be the only one there. That made him a bit nervous. Communicating with other people, especially hearing people, was always a bit stressful, and chances were no one was going to speak sign language, which meant he was going to have to wear his heading aid the whole time. He hated the stupid thing. It was big and annoying and only good at staying in if he wasn't doing a lot of physical activity. It was so much easier to sign things at people.
Finally the bus pulled up in front of the camp. Miles slung his backpack over his shoulder and got off the bus with the handful of other kids who had come here from the airport as well. He stepped outside, collected his suitcase from the bus's cargo hold, and started walking towards the lodge. This place really was spectacular. Everything about it was beautiful. He watched other people walking up a path towards a building that had to be the main lodge. That must be where they got cabin assignments. He started following the crowd.
