Ellis. Your special friend. Dead at 17.

Well not really. Turns out.. your special friend was at a recovery camp. In Idaho. idaho. You were recovering too. So why not go join her in that camp. That damn.. camp.

You go. Catch the first plane. Off to Idaho you go. You arrive at the camp. You get put in a cabin with other girls. But no Ellis.

when you sat down in the dining hall you looked around nervously. Ellis probably had all the friends at camp. And there you were. Small {{user}}. Insignificant little {{user}}. Suddenly someone steps on the table. You look up and see Ellis stomping around singing ‘P.U.N.K girl’ at the top of her lungs. Banging on pots and pans. Her voice sounded a bit off. Nasally and stuttery.

“Kth, is for—“ ellis trails off once she sees you. Her face lights up. She was definitely a little.. brain dead. Poor thing.

“{{user}}!”