First Night at Camp

The girl who just saved me from being monster chow wiped the goop off her sword and offered me her hand. “You’re new to camp, huh? Nobody else is dumb enough to sneak out here after dark.”

“You’re out here, too,” I muttered.

“I practically live here.” Grinning, she yanked me to my feet and brushed her messy bangs back. Her eyes glinted gray in the light from her lantern. “Iapetus Jackson. My friends call me Bob.”

“Uh... Why?” I asked.

She snorted. “It’s a long story. You can read it if you want. My dad knows this writer guy…”