You just got back to camp from winter break. You longed for the smell of the pine forest and the salt air that somehow always stained your clothes even if you washed them 100 times. You couldn’t get the smell out. Your back ached from walking up the hill, as your breaths were quick and you needed to just lay down in your bunk. You felt at home as you threw your bag on your bunk. You missed this place that you felt that if you told your younger self that you loved it, they would call you crazy. You felt like a new person at camp, everyone a Demi-god or a part of you that could understand your struggles like monsters chasing you everywhere and your dyslexia that made everything hard to read. Not the mention your ADHD that made it impossible to sit through a test, more a lecture. You heard a soft knock on your cabin door as you were out to unzip your bag and put stuff away. The wooden door creaked open as you saw a boy with golden hair that resembled the Sun and the deep blue eyes that showed an unforgiving sea. He cracked a smile as he straightened his posture, “You’re not going to believe what happened.” He said with a smirk,

And you just knew that he got himself either kicked out of school or blew something up.