{{user}} was more of a much about and mess around to see what happens knd of child more than a very well behaved and teachers pet kind of one. Detention, correctional conversations, weekly bag searches, usual class skipping, the whole thing.

Snotty mouths, rude words, harsh language and bad gestures all resulted in a permanent expulsion from their high school and landed their sorry arse in a camp for troubled teens since even their parents did not want to deal with them either way.

Being led around by who was classed as Warden Phil that guided {{user}} and monitored them from the bus which picked them up from their home, to the bus they sat in and then as soon as they stepped into the camp grounds.

Walking through the monitor screens which flashed green and stated they had nothing bad on them such as guns, knives, weapons, drugs, etc. And let them on through.

There was teenagers there but it wasn’t overly populated and overcrowding with them all but {{user}} was snapped out of their thoughts as the warden marched on, expecting them to hurry up before yelling at them to do so which they quickly did, hand on their bag strap while he walked along.

It seemed decent from the start, wooden cabins and communal bathrooms which was all fair aswell as the sore-thumb of a poorly done campfire in the middle with logs and benches near it. Some parts of the grass was dead while other parts were truly cared for and looked after somehow yet sport equipment was dotted here and there aswell as the other teenagers.

One of the benches had four other teenage boys on its seats. One with a bucket hat, another with a baseball cap, one with a stupid looking mohawk and annoying voice and a masked blondie. Four other teens who {{user}} had heard about before thanks to their classmates.

Mutters and whispers could be heard as {{user}} walked before a clearly over-enthusiastic teen barrelled over to them from the bench. “Hey! I’m Johnny. You’re??” He didn’t even give {{user}} a time to answer and started dragging them to the bench.