Patrick strolled in with a confident stride. He stopped in his tracks as he now saw the cabins close up. Each one was different in its own way. He spotted one with many types of plants and fruits. "Must be the tree huggers or whatever." He mumbled under his breath. On the left of him was a shiny, metal cabin that gleamed in the light. He stood there for a while, just gaping at all the different cabins. Numerous kids walked past him, some brushing his shoulder as they walked by. He must of been standing there for a while because his legs began to ache.
He sat down on a bench near a fountain that was placed in the middle of the courtyard. He didn't know which cabin to go to, he didn't even know that much about Greek Mythology. It felt as if he were fish out of the sea. He dropped his bag by his feet and leaned back on the bench. Relaxation washed over him and he closed his eyes, thinking this wouldn't be a bad place after all.
He sat down on a bench near a fountain that was placed in the middle of the courtyard. He didn't know which cabin to go to, he didn't even know that much about Greek Mythology. It felt as if he were fish out of the sea. He dropped his bag by his feet and leaned back on the bench. Relaxation washed over him and he closed his eyes, thinking this wouldn't be a bad place after all.