Jordyn
I started hanging out with Mariah the summer before our senior year. We both worked as counselors at the same camp, though that seemed to be all we had in common in the beginning. I was into softball, roller derby, and basketball. She read more than my mother—which is saying a lot—and wrote short stories about a sarcastic dragon, which seemed a little crazy to me if I’m being honest. Our friend groups rarely intersected, and most of our friends were not the least bit interested in changing that situation. It was just how things were, and who we were. But Mariah and I were assigned to the same cabin, and we were tasked with working together to create a magical summer experience for the children whose parents paid our wages, so we had to find some common ground. I thought I could approach it like I approached sports; I didn’t have to befriend my teammates to work toward a common goal with them. “Going to make this work if it kills me,” I blasted online to my crew that week.
Mariah
Jordyn the jock was not as bad as I thought she would be when I first learned we’d been paired to lead the cabin of eight-year-olds. My biggest fear was that she would sign us up for a 10-mile hike and spend the whole time scoffing at our inferior endurance. That kind of attitude was about as far from her actual personality as it gets, I soon discovered. The first day, Jordyn split the cabin into teams and told them they would compete for points—like the house cup in Harry Potter—although when I pointed out the connection to the story, she didn’t really know what I meant. “If nothing else, this will all be great material for a story someday,” I informed followers of my blog.
Jordyn
By the second week of camp, I realized I actually liked Mariah a lot more than I’d expected to. She knew a story for every situation, and the kids flipped when she read a few of her age-appropriate tales to them at bedtime. I didn’t tell her, but I actually went onto her website and read some of the less juvenile stuff. I laughed out loud and couldn’t believe I was getting into a story narrated by a dragon. Mariah told me she’d always wanted to try sports, but then she enumerated the many times she had attempted and failed, dating back to the time she broke her foot in pre-school gymnastics. I promised to take her to a skating practice sometime, though I couldn’t really imagine my teammates “getting” her personality the way I did. “Can’t wait to be home with my besties so we can roll again,” I posted.

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