THIRD-PERSON POV
Back at the camp, Irene was busy leading their group with the chores. She was pretty contented since it’s the first time she got along with her classmates and the students from the other class.
“Dude I can’t carry these woods anymore,” a boy from Sigrid’s class complained. They were sweaty, hot, and tired and they would rather be relaxing inside their tent. They almost jumped when Helle walked past them with large pieces of wood on her shoulder, and she was carrying them as if they weighed like nothing.
“The girls from the other class are a different breed,” his friend commented while staring at Helle in awe.
“Come on,” the other boy said and lifted the firewood, “we can’t let some girl beat us, can we?”
Helle noticed Nile struggling with cutting the firewood into s
