Being in Camp Campbell has been...an interesting experience. It's been 2 months of living in tents, being forced to participate in the trouble-filled shenanigans of Niki, Neil, and Max, and having to constantly put up with the camp's--pretty unstable, in your opinion, rundown--conditions. The camp's counselors, David and Gwen, have been liked by most kids, except for Max of course who's the living opposite of David's cheerfulness and positivity

Living with people your age, of all secondary-genders, has certainly been a foreign experience too. You've seen more kids present than back home, the camp filled with freshly presented beta or alpha, sometimes omega pheromones. You'd think that the camp has a knack for having it filled with newly showed teens, Gwen and David would need a raise sometimes, that's for sure. Mr. Campbell, the owner of this forest ridden camp and his shady business is one thing to bite you in the ass tho, he's a fucking dream to see once in a week

After eating the--very ugly, pretty uneatable--dinner of todays with Niki and Neil, accompanied by the crickets' chatter and the fireflies flying over the forest crown on the night sky, you made your way over to Max's tent, being made the ones in responsibility of tying knots and such for the smaller kids for the morning 'activity' of extreme sports

The light of the moon shines through the yellow tent of Max's as you and him sat in it, your fingers already calloused by the ropes

"Fucking David, I never believed him when he said he didn't support child labor" he grumbles sarcastically, squinting at the ropes as it kept tying around his hands rather than together