Camp Legend Quotes

“Greyson held the walkie-talkie up to his mouth, still watching the small view in the mirror.  He had hid the other walkie-talkie under Jarryd’s bed in the ‘on’ position.  He held the ‘talk’ button and the walkie clicked. “Hello, twins! I’m Paul Newton!” The voice and light screams echoed from down the hall, coming from Jarryd and Nick’s room. Greyson smiled, watching the mirror as the physical trainer dropped his magazine and turned toward Nick and Jarryd’s room to his right. He put the walkie to his mouth.  “If you find this, hide it!” The physical trainer stood up and sped straight”
― B.C. Tweedt, Camp Legend

“Anyone else?” Brandon burst in.
“Go Red!” Sammy yelled. Brandon turned to him, confused. “You mean, Gold?” “No, I like red better. Or red and white!” “What? Why?” “I know!” Jarryd yelled as he raised his hand. “Because red and white make pink. And pink is hot.” “No,” Sammy stated. “Becauthe red and white are the colorth of dead unicornth.” Brandon raised both hands in the air. “Whoa! What? Why? No one wants to be like a dead unicorn.” “I wish I was a dead unicorn.”
― B.C. Tweedt, Camp Legend

“flew toward them with the goal hanging over it. He glanced in front and the bridge-opening suddenly engulfed them, Dancer barreling between the metal rails and its hooves hitting wood. VrrrrOOOOOMMMMM! The SUV’s front bumper slammed the narrow bridge’s metal railings, snapping the bolts and curling the steel on both sides of the horse. Greyson felt the engine’s heat on his back and grimaced, bracing for impact. But then it happened – the goal’s net snagged the edge of the bridge rail and pulled the metal frame down like a clamp around the hood; the front wheels dug into the bridge and stopped, but the back of the vehicle carried the momentum and swung over top, the rear wheels spinning loudly as they pointed toward the falling rain. The speed carried the huge metal beast over the net and flung it at the children from behind. Dancer leapt from the bridge just as the SUV struck it like a colossal pendulum, exploding in a cluster bomb of splinters and a tidal wave of water. The shockwave of wood and water washed over them from behind, hitting them with stinging shrapnel as Dancer galloped with the wave into open field. Sydney pulled on the reins and Dancer curled to a stop. Breathing heavy with adrenaline,”
― B.C. Tweedt, Camp Legend

“I have to go, and you have to let me, son.” His father paused, and a coy smirk formed on his lips. “I dare you.” Greyson looked up, tears in his eyes, his lips quivering. “I dare you to let me go. If you do, you get the prize.” His legs felt weak. He wanted to scream, ‘No!’ and clutch at his dad’s legs like he used to when he was young. But he couldn’t anymore. He was older”
― B.C. Tweedt, Camp Legend

“Nick has to give me a sponge-bath first.”  Brandon bent over with tired laughter.  “Now that would be brotherly love, if I’ve ever seen it.” Nick came through the doorway, a wet rag in his left hand, a red bucket in his right.  A bath towel was thrown over his right shoulder. Brandon’s mouth dropped open.  “Wait.  You were serious?” Jarryd gave him the thumbs up without moving his sore head.”
― B.C. Tweedt, Camp Legend

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― B.C. Tweedt, Camp Legend

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― B.C. Tweedt, Camp Legend

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― B.C. Tweedt, Camp Legend

“What if you’re like Patrick, and never compete?” Ryan asked before Brandon could go on. “Please don’t single anyone out like that. We’re a team, and I bet Patrick will join us for the next competition.” Patrick sat, holding his knees close to his body, rocking back and forth. “Would he get ‘perseverance’ for continually not playing?” Ryan spurted. “No, it doesn’t work that way…” “Would he get ‘love’ for hith love of hatred?” Sammy chimed. “Or, uh, ‘attitude’ because he has a pretty awesome bad one?” Ryan spurted again. “STOP! Wow, okay! I will call on you to talk. Otherwise,”
― B.C. Tweedt, Camp Legend

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― B.C. Tweedt, Camp Legend

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― B.C. Tweedt, Camp Legend

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― B.C. Tweedt, Camp Legend

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― B.C. Tweedt, Camp Legend

“Deal!”
― B.C. Tweedt, Camp Legend

“fell away.”
― B.C. Tweedt, Camp Legend

“His group reminds me of a circus – they look like a freak show and act like animals!”
― B.C. Tweedt, Camp Legend

“Go Red!” Sammy yelled. Brandon turned to him, confused.  “You mean, Gold?” “No, I like red better.  Or red and white!”  “What? Why?” “I know!” Jarryd yelled as he raised his hand.  “Because red and white make pink.  And pink is hot.”  “No,” Sammy stated.  “Because red and white are the colors of dead unicorns.”
― B.C. Tweedt, Camp Legend