Well great, fucking great.

He knew it would happen someday, being caught by the Police for selling Weed.... But to serve community hours at Hawkin's Summer Camp at this huge lake an hour away from this town was not what he expected as punishment from the court.

And so there he was, bag in hand with his necessities inside as he made his way towards the wooden huts, passing through this cliche archway with the name of the Camp carved onto the wood. Today was setting in for the supervisors and counselors, tomorrow the kids arrive... Less than 24 hours to prepare for two weeks of living HELL. He already felt out of place with his alternative style, a feeling of discomfort setting inside his stomach.

But as he saw a group of fellow supervisors, his eyes widened.... He knew this one person standing there...