Friday 8th July
9:16am At breakfast the girls were taking the piss out of my campers from last session for the ‘warm and fuzzies’ game they played on the last night. They were actually being pretty funny and did make me laugh. Although I felt like a traitor, the girls from last session were so innocent and lovely. You wouldn’t believe these girls were the same age – 13 really doesn’t mean anything. Keakuki’s mature in her body but not in her mind, then there’s the little bitch Britney, well judging by what she talks about she’d be 18, but when you see her she looks more like eight.
Keakuki hates these new girls. She must be one of the odd ones at school – she’s loud, scruffy and overweight – pretty much like I was. Although, I like to think I was more popular. Maybe that’s why I feel some affinity to her when the other campers moan and bitch about her. These new girls are the cool, rich girls that all the boys like. They probably shit all over girls like Keakuki at school. I can see there’s just no way they’ll get on. Keakuki’s asked if she can move bunks and I think it’s for the best. She just doesn’t fit in, and won’t, and there’s no point forcing it as they’re only here for a few weeks. I can always see the other girls sniggering and bitching about Keakuki behind her back, so can she, and it’s really sad.
It’s been four days now since Jamie and Anna died and people have stopped crying sporadically, but you can definitely feel the sadness over camp. I can’t imagine it ever feeling completely normal again.
The Scottish girl I sat next to on the bus on the way here is leaving tomorrow. She was really upset about Jamie, and couldn’t believe the way they treated everyone over the London attacks so she’s going. She said last night’s telling off was the final straw. She asked to leave and they told her it would have to be tomorrow, and no later – I guess they don’t want her here with a negative attitude if she doesn’t want to be here. It seems so drastic. It has been horrible lately, but going home early is a rubbish thing to do, and she won’t get paid. In fact, I think you have to pay some money to the agency if there’s no valid reason to not fulfill your contract. I don’t think the fact they’re being a bit shit will cut it.
12:23pm Saw Ben on my way to visual arts earlier. We spotted each other, looked both ways, and then ducked behind the costume shop for a quick snog – delightful.
6.30pm God the Polish staff do not get off the phones. Argh! I’ve skived off dinner so I can talk to my parents properly, but they’re always in the phone boxes jabbering away. It’s so annoying – there are only two phones between all the counselors so sometimes you can give up your whole hour break trying to phone home and still not get to do it. The booths are really small, sweaty and stink of wet wood, eugh. Woo, at last, my turn.
11:16pm The 10-13-year-olds’ head counselor is a weird one. She and Rebecca are really good friends so she’s always hanging around our bunk. I think she’s from Bristol or something, not that that matters. She’s one of those people who doesn’t look at your face properly when she’s talking to you, like there’s something massively important going on behind you that she doesn’t want to miss. She’s a little thing, but a massive chav with scary drawn on eyebrows that rise up too high and her hair is slicked back as tight as it will go. She seems such a random choice for a head counselor, she’s not approachable at all, and she’s definitely not the friendliest person in the world. I can’t imagine her sorting out the kids’ problems and being understanding when they’re sad. I wouldn’t want to go to her with my issues, that’s for sure.
Our head counselor is a good choice, but I don’t think she likes me much. I swear whenever I’m not being as good a counselor as I should be – having a cheeky nap, or chatting to the other counselors instead of the kids – she’s always there. She’s never there when the campers are telling me how much they love me, or we’re having in-depth chats or I’m doing cool stuff with them. She seems to find the whole camp thing pretty funny, which is a good attitude to have. She just laughs at everything and always finds in favour of the counselors when the kids are being shitty. The other day evil Britney was trying to get us in trouble with her. She strutted back to us and was like, “The head counselor wants to see you”. Then our head counselor told us what Britney had said and that she knew it was lies. We just ended up having a chat while poor little Britney thought we were getting a telling off. Haha, bitch.