Trembling In Fear

Athena’s P.O.V.

“There you are!” I felt happy and relieved when I saw the gold flag.

It was still hanging in the large tree, the same way how we left it this morning—as if never been touched. I carefully stepped my white rubber shoes on the large root, hugged the tree, extended my right arm, and slowly took the flag from the tree’s branch.

I rolled my eyes out of annoyance. Those Junior students were all weak! How could they not see this? Are they too small not to even notice this gold flag? Or were they too lazy to search? Come on, this is just freely hanging here!

Slowly going back to the ground with filthy soil and scattered leaves, I found myself sweating profusely. At first, I wasn’t able to realize that organizing the Annual Camp could be all this tiring. As I checked myself, some beautiful and white amor secos* were already attached to my shoes and pants, so I had to fix myself first before I had decided to go back to the camp.