The group was making fun of you, as per usual. That was their humour. You didn’t mind, though…it helped them take their mind off of Chris’ awful challenges and the camp.

You laugh along, fighting back tears as they keep laughing, walking away and chatting to each other after a bit. You sigh shakily, closing your eyes, until you feel a hand on your arm. You look over your shoulder to see a surprisingly worried Noah.

“You…you shouldn’t let them be like that to you.” He mutters.