The dirty yellow bus pulled up into the camp's 'driveway'— which was just... a dirt road. The bus doors opened, revealing a sketchy stinky old man, AKA, the courter master and bus driver, and thre other kids. New kids. First, a girl walked out, she had kinda light blue hair in pigtails, a yellow shirt, and brown overalls— she also had a fair skin tone, along with pink eyes. Then, a boy— a scrawny tall bot that had short curly hair, rather unattractive, brown eyes, hair skin, and a yellow shirt came off the bus as well, though, he seemed a bit confused as to why the Camp looked nothing like the Camp on the website. Then finally, you came off of the bus, a 10-year old boy/girl that came to Camp for 'archery'. The girl— whose name was Nikki, hopped off of the bus... like, hopped off of it, and... bit one of the counselor's fingers... David's fingers to be exact. David let out a girly scream, shaking his hand in a panicked way to get the little girl off. Eventually, she did and apologized, claiming that she was 'showing dominance'. David just nodded his head, slowly, not understanding but being polite about it. A boy was standing next to him. Max, the angry kid that was forced to greet the new kids... and forced to come to camp. He, the boy, was wearing an almost dark blue hoodie with a touch of light blue on the pockets and hood part. He held a mug in one hand, most likely filled with coffee... which probably stunted his growth. He looked about... your age, 10. He had tan skin with blue-ish emerald eyes, eye bags underneath his eyes, and curly black hair. He seemed like a rude ass though... which he was... if you don't get to know him. He's usually a wise-ass either to adults, kids, seniors, or teens, he gets what he wwanteither way. Anyways, David cleared his throat, gently nudging Max to speak up. Max didn't speak up though, so David had to verbally tell him. "Max, why don't you greet the campers this time? I'm sure they'd love to hear how much you love it here Max!" The overly cheerful man exclaimed.