(There has to be something I can do to help the camp, but what? It’s not like I’ve any skills that can make money, the only things I’m good at are camping and archery… Neither of which are any use in the real world…)

There was also the… self-defense his mom taught him, but (I’d rather not think about that…)

Running a hand down his face, he turned to look at the few sleeping members of his cabin before sighing and rolling over.

(If I’m lucky maybe I can come up with something in the morning…)

(…)

He wasn’t lucky.

What’s more, he spent the entire night tossing and turning, which given how he now had to help corral a small armada of twelve-years-old’s…

(This is going to be a long day.)

But after a school year of getting up before the sun, he was used to long days, so he’d deal.

“There you are Jon, was wondering where you’d gotten off to.” Andy told him as he was walking over.

“Just had a rough morning.” He couldn’t help but yawn, as he looked up to the taller man.

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While Jon was by no means short, that didn’t really change the fact that Andy was a big man standing at, at least, six-foot-three. Leaving the darker skinned man as probably the only person in camp notably taller than Jon’s own five-foot-ten.

“I get that.” The counselor nodded, likely remembering the news that Jon wasn’t supposed to know about. “But we’ve got a full day ahead of us, so let’s get to it.”

“Right,” He nodded. “What’s up first?”

“Well, Jill and Ying have got the lake today…” Andy told him while looking over something on his clipboard. “So, we’re going to set up a game of soccer for the kids.”

“That doesn’t sound too hard.” From his own experience, this was one of the games least likely to have the kids trying to murder each other. He tried very hard not to think about the time Miss Edna thought it would be a good idea to let the older campers play paintball.

(Side note: while he was fairly good at archery, he could not hit the broadside of a barn with a gun.)

“Wanted to ease you in on your first day.” Andy winked at him. “That said, it can be a bit rough learning to keep so many kids in line.”

Jon shrugged. “I’ve been here long enough, that I’m sure I can manage.”

Andy gave a snort of amusement. “Maybe but trust me when I say it’s completely different on the other side of the equation.”

“If you say so.”

“I do. Anyway, I covered the rules while you were on the way over.” Andy informed him, “So, we’ve just got to give them the signal to go and we can get started.”

By the end of the game, he was willing to admit it was a little different from what he was used to. Largely because he had to keep a greater awareness of all the kids, rather than just the ones that were near him, like when he used to play the game.

Luckily, he had a good enough eye that he could keep track of everything, even if he did miss a couple of fouls that Andy had to call on the newer kids.

Either way, he thought he did fairly well for his first day as an active CIT, all things considered.

Now all he had to do was help pack up the equipment and figure out what he was going to do with the rest of his day.