"Sweet, we get to share a room all to ourselves!" I said to Jeremy as we walked into the cabin.
My name is Ryan, a skinny blond & Jeremy is a chubby Italian with dark hair. We are both 12 and just shy of puberty. I'm at the camp for wrestling, while he is here for football.
Jeremy put his stuff down as he opened the dresser with his name on it. "Kewl, they even have uniforms ready for us!"
Sure enough I opened my drawer and found stacks of wrestling singlets "The handbook says to get dressed and head to the mess hall for dinner."
We both quickly stripped down, pulling on our stuff.
"Mine's a little big." Jeremy said as he finished pulling on his under-armor gear.
"Yeah, well mine is a little tight, but feels good. Lets get some food!" I replied.
We made our way over to the mess hall, inside about 3/4 of the boys were our age, the other 1/4 looked to be about 16 or 17.
"The book says eat all you want, the only requirement is you drink your specified sport drink with every meal. Guess that means 'Wrestler's Watermelon' is mine. And looks like you get to pick what position you want to play right now." I told Jeremy.
"Hmmm, I think I will take the 'Linebacker Lemonade'." He said as he grabbed a tray and a glass.
A few minutes later we sat down and began to eat.
"Dude, did you see those older teens over there?" I asked as I took a drink.
"Yeah dude, they must have trained for years to get like that."
I burped after taking down 1/2 the glass, "Damn that stuff is good!"
We chowed down quietly, soon tiring and ready to get back to the cabin.