The Keener Curse by Lucus Shutz

You wake up on your flight to YOW, Ottawa’s airport, as it bumps to the ground and the pilot announces “welcome to Ottawa, local time is 5:32 pm and it’s a nice 19 degrees” you step off the plane and deal with all of the things airports have to offer. Sveta meets you at departures and once all of the other kids are there you get in the van and off to keenerville you go. You get there and the keener gods, or whatever you want to call them, put your name on a wheel. A wheel of pain. Who’s going to get sick or hurt first out of the many many keeners. And it’s landed on me EVERY SINGLE TIME. Last year I had a terrible terrible bee sting. Had to go to the hospital because it started breaking out and filling up with liquid and puss then popping and it wasn’t good. Then this year. Literally the first day on the water my throat started feeling a little sore. Becca said it was just the smoke and not to worry so I did exactly that. It wasn’t just the smoke, I don’t know what I had but my bunkmate Tyce was not happy. Apparently I dry heaved over him in the middle of the night. He was terrified that I was gonna puke on him and frankly, I felt like I was. I’m better now but Tyce not so much. Oops heh heh. Get better soon man