Shiloh cocked his head, frowning, his pet beagle, Gordo, running around his feet. Shiloh was, to be simply put, completely and totally confused. Of course, it was natural for a boy who had just figured out his mother was a love goddess to be confused, but, at that moment, that was not what he was befuddled about. He had just left his girly cabin because he heard a noise. All of the campers had came here, the Mess Hall, he had heard them call it. It was not the normal commotion of finding a seat, everyone seemed to know where to go.
Everyone except Shiloh.
He tussled his hair and leaned to the nearest person. He smiled charmingly. "Hello," he said politely in his southern accent, "do you know what I'm supposed to do?"
Everyone except Shiloh.
He tussled his hair and leaned to the nearest person. He smiled charmingly. "Hello," he said politely in his southern accent, "do you know what I'm supposed to do?"