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"William, let's go!" called his counselor. William then gathered up his bags and followed him to Cabin Seven. He had not been there but a few minutes before the other boys who shared his cabin began mocking him, calling him "Princess Willy". They also made him have the bed with mattress covered in pee stains from a previous bed-wetting camper. Over at Cabin 13, Marcy was enduring the same treatment from the other girls in her cabin. They were calling her sasquatch and telling her she needed to shave her body. They stopped, though, when she began flicking pieces of dandruff at them that she picked out of her hair.
Later that night at dinner time, everyone was gathered in the dining hall, eating with their fellow campers. William stood in the center of the room holding his tray. Every table his eyes scanned was full of obnoxious-looking kids and seemed uninviting to him. "Oh bloody hell" he said to himself. He figured anywhere he sat he would be made fun of. He then spotted a table in a dark corner in which the creature he had poked at earlier was sitting. "She needs someone to sit with too" he thought. So he took his tray over to her table and sat down beside her. Marcy was sitting with her tray in front of her, staring straight ahead with her hair in her face. "Hi there, my name is William. Are you enjoying camp so far?" he said, trying to strike up conversation. Marcy just grunted, then dropped her face in her baked beans and began blowing bubbles in them. "You must like your food then", said William, somewhat amused.
The next day of camp was called Relay Day and all of the campers were participating in relay races. William signed up to run in the three-legged race, but he needed a partner. He immediately thought to ask Marcy. He found her nearby sitting under a tree, picking at her toes. "Marcy will you please be my partner in the three-legged race?" he asked.
'"Ughh" she grunted.
"I'll take that as a yes. Come on!" William then quickly tied their legs together and they were ready to go on the start line. When "go" was shouted, everyone went running forward. No matter how hard William tried to move ahead, he had barely gone a few feet. He turned around to see that he was dragging Marcy. "Come on, Marcy! Please get up and run!"
"Good idea to choose a sasquatch as your partner!" a kid shouted. As William continued to drag Marcy inch by inch, he dragged her right over an ant pile. She then felt the bites of several angry fire ants and went berserk. To everyone's surprise, she shot forward, running on all fours, like a gorilla. She crossed the finish line ahead of everyone else, with William flying behind her by the rope that connected their ankles.
"We won, Marcy, we won!" William shouted. Marcy just sat down and went back to picking at her toes. "What a woman" William thought to himself. Later that same day, Marcy was in a swimming relay in the lake. She and several other girls were standing on the dock, while a counselor wearing a Speedo and a pair of swimmies informed then on the race. The girls were instructed to jump in the water, swim a lap, and swim back, when the counselor had called their name.
"Marcy Smelder, go!" he shouted. Marcy didn't move. "Marcy, go!" She still didn't make a move. "Okay Marcy, face that way." He turned her to face the edge of the dock. "And go!" He then pushed her in. She immediately sank to the bottom, not even putting up a struggle.
"She's drowning!" everyone began shouting, causing a commotion. William was sitting nearby on the lakeshore reading a book. "Marcy's drowning!" he heard someone scream.
"No!" he shouted. He quickly took off his shoes and ran into the water. He swam frantically to where he saw bubbles surfacing. "Hold on Marcy, I'll save you!" He then kicked below the surface to the bottom of the lake where he found Marcy in some reeds. He then pulled her to the surface. After many failed attempts to lift her heavy body back onto the dock, keeping her head above water, he swam her back to shore where everyone had gathered to watch. She now lay in the sand, seemingly lifeless. William leaned over her, about to give mouth-to-mouth, when she spit water in his face. "Oh Marcy, you're alright. I don't know what I would have done if anything happened to you," he said with tears in his eyes. Marcy then stuck her finger in her nose and wiped a booger on his cheek to claim him as her mate. And William smiled.
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