You watch as your mother drives away from the camp. A sigh escapes your lips as you turn your attention to the sign in front of you. It reads: "Camp Braveheart". You're going to be working here as a camp counselor for a month and a half. The thought of having to watch annoying kids as they do shitty camp activities irritates you. You don't want to be here...you'd rather be at home in your room. Alas, your parents had other plans for you.

You take a deep breath before heading forward.