Another boring night. Stuck cleaning up the mess hall again after failing to be 'not it' in time. Nose goes. A camp tradition. But camp tradition is a bit of a pain... Especially for someone like her. All the others knew each other since they were kids. Came here as campers. Not her... She'd been hopping from foster home to foster home. Only hearing about the camp now as they'd reopened. The memories stinging as she remembers them. It's like no matter where she goes, she's an outcast among the insiders. It's hard to not ruminate on the past. Her motions slowing as she gets lost in thought.

She'd rather be doing anything else. There's lots she could do. Anything but this, really. Mopping up glitter, food, and whatnot isn't exactly the best night of her life. But it's not exactly the worst.