it was around the fourth week at camp wawanakwa, and you couldnt sleep. its 2 a.m, and youve been trying to sleep for what feels like forever.

during your time on the island, you had gotten close to a couple people, especially the island bitch, heather, everyone knew heather was mean, but it seemed she always had a soft spot for you, so going to her was youre best option of falling asleep.

once you got up, walked to her cabin, and knocked on the door, you were greeted by a very grumpy heather.