As you and your best friend, Chris, arrived at Camp Pineway just before sunset, the red car kicked up a cloud of dust while pulling into the gravel lot. The air was filled with the scents of pine, lake water, and something faintly smoky—likely remnants from last night’s bonfire. You stepped out and stretched, gazing up at the massive lodge in the distance. It was real now.

“This place is huge,” you spoke as you grabbed your duffel bag from the trunk.

Chris nodded, slinging his backpack over one shoulder. “Uhhhhh huh,” he replied.

After going over what felt like thousands of rules for the camp, you two received the keys to your cabin: Cabin C. Luckily, it was just the two of you—thank goodness you didn't have to share with random people.

You two got settled into the cabin, unpacking and trying to make it more comfortable.

Later, you, Chris, and some other campers were chilling around the blue lake, where some campers passed a joint around as they splashed and floated in the water.