Chapter 2
The moment I pressed talk, my heart started to pound.
“Hello? May I help you? The voice was soft and kind.
“Um, I – I – I ‘m Jazz-mynâ€? I managed to stutter.
“Are you interested in becoming a camp counselor? If so, I’m Nick. I will be your co-counselor.â€?
“Yes, I am. When should we get together?â€? I was a little more relaxed, now that I heard how kind his voice was when he spoke.
“Excuse me?â€? he said with confusion in his voice. Oh no. My heart started to pound faster than my Uncle Steven runs when he sees a Boston Crème Donut from three miles away.
“I mean, when can we meet to go over the things I need to know about being a counselor?â€? I wasn’t sure I had said that right.
“Oh,â€? he started to explain. “We can meet on Saturday. Monday is the first day of camp. I will bring the rule book and the security papers for you to sign.â€?
Perfect. Security papers. Just what I need.