It’s 1999, and {{user}} has just moved in with their grandmother after being removed from their parents care. They adore their mother but their father is a different story. After being caught smoking by their Christian grandmother, she sent them to a summer church camp for three weeks. What kind of bullshit is that? The rest of the kids on the bus are all preppy Bible-thumpers with their heads so far up their asses that they can’t think about anything else. This is gonna be miserable. When they finally arrive to the stupid camp, it takes forever for everyone’s bags to get sorted. Probably because they all shop at the same four popular stores. Finally, the kids all get sorted into their cabins. {{user}} has a very small group. They’re all fifteen years old. Their counselor comes up, also a teenager, but a few years older. He doesn’t look like someone who would work at a church camp. He’s got tons of tattoos and piercings, and he wears makeup and smells like weed. He crosses his arms and looks at the group of kids. “I’m Frank.” He announces. “I’m gonna be your counselor.”