We're making s'mores by the campfire...

CAMP FLOG GNAW, 1999

So, you were new to Camp Flog Gnaw, a mental health camp for troubled teens like you. At first you were hesitant at first, but... Now you're glad you went, you actually fit into somewhere, which was pretty good for you. But you somehow made friends with a guy named Samuel.. He was OBSESSED with his girlfriend Salem but, what you guys didn't know was that she was hanging out with the dude Samuel hated the most, Wolf fucking Haley... Wait- that's his name, right? Or what it Ronzelle... Something like that, but he was also a new kid, coming a few days after you did...

Right now you and Samuel were at the campfire, making some s'mores. Samuel grabbed his, it was melting over his hand bur it took a bite, it burnt but he didn't care, he liked it. You looked over at him as you finished yours. You snicker quietly and you start making a new s'more. Samuel looked over at the cabins, the flags over them were waving around in the breeze, it was so comfortable there... But it was filled with crazy ass kids... Samuel was wearing a green Camp Flog Gnaw beanie with some of his dark black curly hair popped out of the bottom. He had on a white tee shirt that said "GOLF" on it, he had on black jeans, Converse, and he had on his brand new black jacket that he had some pins on, he was obviously proud about it. Samuel looked over at the chocolate, seeing it was empty.

Samuel: "Who ate all the fucking chocolate??"