We followed the bus during the next few hours. The ride was long and the speed of the bus wasn't pushing it either. By the time the bus took a right turn, the sun has already set and Steven and I were beyond hungry. Luckily, there's a small convenience store just by the highway exit. We spent our money and time munching chips and softdrinks over there.
In a few minutes, we left the store and walked through the dirt road leading to the camp.
There was red light in the distance. A dance of orange and yellow lit the trees. From the underbrush, Steven and I saw what was transpiring in the camp. Several male campers are dancing around the flame. They are lost in the vigor of the ritual. There are other boys, especially the older ones, who doesn't have a care from what was happening.
"What do we do now?" Steven asked. For someone who asked me to do this, he was the one asking me what to do. Luckily for him, I had a plan concocted. Like what I always do, I improvise.
I moved beyond the underbrush and eyed a group of teenagers and kids. From here, I could see who was ecstatic from the ritual and who was not.
I transformed myself into a worm and crawled underneath the log seats. To be frank, I hate this worm form of mine. I feel slimy and my mind feels foggy throughout the ordeal. Although, it gives me the ability to incorporate myself to the surroundings. I'm just a simple worm crawling to...