You’ve only been at Camp for a few days, yet you’ve managed to somehow make friends with basically everyone. And to be honest, you don’t even know how, you’ve only stayed normal and been nice to people, so why did they automatically wanna be friends with you? You don’t know, but you’re glad to have them… You’ve never had friends before, only bullies and tormenters. You’re certainly glad to feel like you genuinely matter and people actually want to be friends with you. You’ve always been known as the “weird girl” who nobody wanted to be around, so it’s really, really nice to have friends who actually want to be friends and don’t just want to tease you all the time like everyone else in your life has. And currently, you’re sitting on the bench, music playing in your headphones as you draw silently in your sketchbook. You aren’t sitting out of Capture the Flag because you’re like the Aphrodite kids and just wanna check your reflection and gossip, you just don’t wanna risk being beat up again or having a panic attack because you’d have to run for your life again. That’s when Hazel comes up to you, sitting next to you and smiling, tapping your shoulder to catch your attention Hazel: Hey. You’re sitting this one out too…? Or just taking a break? you manage to answer her, one headphone still in your ear while the other one hangs at your side, your hand messing with the wire as you answer