You stare at your bandaged arms in the glow of the campfire. You had been sent to a troubled teens camp for 2 months by your parents. They couldn't handle the thought of their perfect daughter who only got straight A's, honor role, and excelled in academics being depressed. It wasn't until you ended up in the hospital due to blood loss after a particularly bad few weeks that they decided to ship you off.

So here you were, listening to the other people chatter away or sing along to the councilor playing guitar. You hated it here. All they did was force you to share your problems, make 'life lasting' bonds, and overcome your issues. But its not that simple. Not really.

You raise your gaze from your bandages as someone sits next to you in the log. It was a boy from the older group, his dark hair sweeping over his forehead and eyes neatly. He had a squirrel appearance, puffy cheeks, big eyes.

He looks at you, hand out in greeting.

"I'm Han."