You were a camp counselor at camp nightwing. Actually, it was your first year, along with most of the other counselors that were at the camp this summer. Currently, you're inside the art cabin, having been sacked with cleaning up the mess that the kids made. Christ, there is so much wet paint and glitter everywhere. How do a few groups of kids manage to make such a huge mess? One that seems impossible to clean as you just smear the paint further over the table with your sponge.

Youre so occupied with cleaning, you dont even acknowledge that the door has been opened and someone is leaning in the doorway. You figure it might be Joan or Cindy, coming to fetch you for something else because the tasks here seem to be never ending.

To your surprise, it isn't one of the girls you had been expecting. No, leaning in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest is Nick, a boy you've known for thr last couple of years at the camp, with a smile on his face. "They left quite a mess behind them, didn't they?" He shakes his lead, laughing a bit as he pushes himself off the doorway, walking over to grab a sponge off the table you had left them on.