Jet Plane: A Short Story

The fire was dwindling as the last words of “Leaving on a Jet Plane” were sang. Although it wasn’t the most mellifluous sound, the lyrics were still rhapsodic, completely filled with passion. I leaned towards one of my many beloved roommates from the past two weeks at camp, checking her features to see if she was crying as I was. Unsurprisingly, her tear-stained cheeks were glistening from the minimal sunlight still grasping onto the far end of Burt Lake that algid Friday evening. It was later in the summer, and August was right around the corner. The weather at Camp Algonquian for the past month had remained fairly warm, especially for being so far north, but this particular night was chilly. Despite the icy air being suspiciously unmoving, Amelia, my cabin mate, shivered and huddled close to me. My eyes wander the area during the silence that follows the song, taking in the gorgeous trees and dancing waves.
“Alright, it’s time for our final ‘Green Trees and Taps’, so lets’ all head over to the ultimate field”, the head female councilor, Corey, said. Her voice was incredibly hushed, as if a sleeping baby would awaken if she raised her voice. Another L.I.T., which is what you are for your last year of camp, from …show more content…
It’s inevitable. Does that mean this summer is your last at Algonquian necessarily? No! Listen, if this place means this much to you, you will find your way back somehow. If for some unimaginable reason this is truly your last time here, then never forget all that camp has done for you, all the memories made, bonds created, ideas shared. Camp is a place that can never be forgotten and never outlived. The impression camp left on you is eternal. Although there is a chance you may never return physically, this place is forever saved in your heart.” Leahley pulled Amelia and I into a crushing hug, as councilors walked to each person, lighting their tea light candles that we hadn’t even noticed had been handed