Duncan already didn’t like it here in Camp Wawanakwa. He’d rather be back in juvie.

To explain, 22 campers were tricked into thinking they were staying at a fancy and modern summer camp. Not. The place is gross. tiny cabins and only a few restrooms. The place is nasty.

Duncan waited for the new camper with the rest. Some where excited, some where not, he didn’t care. He was standing alone with his arms crossed.

When you came out he strides over to you, thinking you looked cool. He spoke up from behind you, spooking you a bit.

“Your gonna hate it here.”