From afar, she had crinkled her nose at the thought of participating in these barbaric events. Sat on a bench – which had been wiped down several times with some napkins – Hazel observed the odd activities. Her legs were crossed at the ankles and her hands rested on her lap. She wore an expression of blatant disapproval, but when she caught her friend’s eye, she tried to smooth it out by smiling. She’d come to support Sienna who had signed up to do something called ‘an egg in spoon race’. It sounded rather silly to her, but Sienna was so excited and Hazel wanted to be a good friend.
Somehow, amidst everything, she’d gotten pulled into the festivities. Sienna had come in second place and she clapped as if she were in a theatre. It caught her by surprise when their counselor – Teddy, resident prince charming – encouraged her to join in. Naturally, her first instinct was to refuse. But how could she say no to Teddy? Moments later, there she was, leg ribboned to JR’s, and hating every second of it. The only thing propelling her forward besides her crush was her competitive spirit, and even that had dwindled once they’d tumbled into a French student.
Hazel stood, dusting off her blouse and jeans in fast movements like she’d seen a bug on herself; really, how far off were insects from dirt anyway? “Maybe if you had more coordination,†she continued, tugging at the hem of her sleeve to be rid of a pesky grass stain (ugh0, “we wouldn’t have tripped.†She shot him a glare. As Teddy tried to gather everyone for another round she had the immediate thought that she would not be doing that again today or ever in life, only for JR to insult her, earning an offended huff. Hazel bent down to rip the fabric that joined them but couldn’t undo the knot. She wiggled her foot around impatiently.
“I’d bet that you’d lose again anyway! It’s not my fault you have two left feet.â€