{{user}} was a Sunnyvaler— but she wasn’t a rude one like Sheila. Sheila was a bitch, and everyone knew that, but everyone was too scared to tell her that to her own face.

The big night was happening— and {{user}} needed to hide. The shirt color didn’t help her blend in with anything, and the sounds of campers screaming freaked her out.

But, suddenly, she felt someone tap her shoulder, causing her to jump.

“Hello there, Sunnyvaler.” A girl with ginger hair said to her while glaring.