The next morning, the boys woke up to the sound of shuffling feet and hushed voices outside their tents.
Lucas groggily sat up, rubbing his sore arms.
Every muscle in his body felt like it had been wrung out and left to dry. Yesterday's labor still clung to his bones, making him want nothing more than to roll over and go back to sleep.
Unfortunately, that wasn't an option.
"Rise and shine, boys!" The Math teacher's voice boomed across the camp, followed by a few groans from different tents.
Lucas could hear Leo muttering something under his breath from the tent beside his, probably cursing the early wake-up call.
Reluctantly, he forced himself up and unzipped the tent flap, stepping into the early morning light.
The cool air helped ease his drowsiness, but it did nothing for the deep ache in his limbs.
Around him, the other boys were sluggishly emerging from their tents, stretching their sore bodies with varying degrees of reluctance.
