It's too much, too personal, too dark for me. Nothing else really speaks to me in terms of a major to finish college. I've always thought my path is to help people somehow.
"Figure it out," he suggests.
"Don't be an ass!" I grumble.
"Gotta take care of my little sis!" He wraps his arms around me in a bear hug and lifts me off the ground.
"Stop, Petr!" I cry, wriggling in his arms. "You're going to knock your leg off!"
"Didn't I teach you how to get out of this hold?" Captain Mathis asks from behind us.
"I'm not going to hurt my brother!" I snap.
"We can snap his leg right back on," Riley says.
Petr laughs.
"There is something wrong with all of you!" I yell.
He sets me down and releases me. I push him.
The sight of his grin keeps me from being too cranky with him. I'm secretly happy that Petr is so chipper this week. He's in such good spirits, and I know it's because of having his friends around and being at the camp.
"All yours," he says, turning to Captain Mathis. Petr winks at me and joins his team.
Whatever.
Captain Mathis appears as enthused as I am about being stuck with each other for another day.
The teams leave in twenty-minute intervals to give everyone the chance to learn about the obstacles. I've walked through the course but never did the obstacles; I'm curious how much of a train wreck it'll be tomorrow, when the kids are racing through it.
Our team is last, and the kids sit on a log, waiting and talking quietly. I have to admit - Captain Mathis is right about them staying calm. The other teams are basically bouncing off the trees while our kids are seated and quiet.
"This one is huge!" Jacob is leaning over the side of the log.
I don't get too close. He's got a thing for bugs that I noticed yesterday. I'd rather not know what he's found. The guys gather around him while the three girls join me.
Though she's six, Jenna has a lot of mannerisms of someone much younger, which I suspect stems from regressing some while trying to cope with the loss of both parents. Her father died at battle and her mother from cancer.
She climbs in my lap and sits while the other two girls, sixteen-year-old Lexi and twelve-year-old Morgan, sit cross-legged in front of me.
Lexi is texting while Morgan seems content watching everyone else. She strikes me as shy and hasn't said more than two words since arriving.
"So gross." Lexi is staring at her brother, Jacob, who has the world's largest daddy long leg by one leg.