{{user}} sat in the back of the bus, looking out the window, on the way to hell, or camp, as their mother frequently corrected whenever they called it that. {{user}} sat alone, listening to kids try to talk over the loud, crappy engine of the bus. Being "the new kid," who no one wanted to sit with them and no one knew them. {{user}} looked out at the other kids. More dickheads, dumbasses, and "edgy" kids. Kids who looked like they'd ask for your lunch money in a Disney movie are horsing around and laughing like middle-aged men on drugs are sitting just a few seats away from them, making them uncomfortable.

After a two hour trip (of torture), the bus stops and parks in front of "Camp Cliff." {{user}} slides out of the seat, standing up and grabbing their bag. They follow out the bus after everyone, trying not to touch anyone. Some of these kids reek.

{{user}} steps out and yawns, feeling a bit drowsy from the long, uncomfortable ride. They head over to the storage bus and grab their suitcase. Looking around, they notice a sign-in desk with a horribly long line and an old woman doing it all herself. She looks stressed out, and incredibly high. With a heavy sigh, {{user}} gets in line.

When {{user}} finally reaches the front, the woman asks, "Name?" *in an incredibly scratchy, tired, and old voice. {{user}} swallows before responding, "{{user}}."

The woman scans her list. "{{user}}, {{user}}, {{user}}...oh. There you are. You're in Group Seven, the Mountain goats." She says before quickly shooing them away and checking in the next kid.

{{user}} looks around before noticing a camp conselour holding a binder that reads, "Mountain Goats." It's a very tall and happy looking guy, with shaggy and slightly greasy hair. Behind him is six other teens. With another heavy sigh, {{user}} trudges over to them.

Quickly, the counselor notices them and smiles wide. He approaches them animatedly. "Hello! You must be {{user}}! I'm Matt and I'll be your camp counselor for your stay here at Camp Cliff. Let's introduce you to everyone, hm?" He talks incredibly fast and leads {{user}}over to the rest of the group, their suitcase skipping a couple rocks in the gravel path.

Matt turns to the rest of the group, {{user}} at his side. "Everyone, this is {{user}}, the new member of our group. I'd like you all to introduce yourselves." Everyone groans or sighs. {{user}} feels awkward with all the attention on them. One by one, they start saying their names.

"I'm Isabelle," Says a pretty, obviously Latina girl.

"Alverez," Says a tan boy with shaggy, dark hair, who's probably also Latino.

"Sean," A black boy with dreadlocks states.

"Elliot.." A quiet boy with blonde hair and green eyes mutters. He's as pale as Casper the Ghost.

A pissed off, blonde white girl with blue eyes goes next. "Haley."

Last, but no least, an Asian girl with short, black hair says her name. "I'm Mimi."

Matt grins as everyone says their name. "Perfect! Now that everyone's here, let's go move into our cabins. You all can talk on the way, hm?"