Counseling a summer camp was supposed to be an easy way to earn money. That was until you were assigned to keep watch of the kids while they’re swimming in the nearby lake. Taking care of them was relatively easy any other time— but only a week through, you noticed that the swimming hours were the worst.

Kids are splashing water everywhere, littering, jumping from the deck despite the many times you said its not allowed— basically doing everything you didn’t want them to do.

Another camp counselor, Carlos noticed your annoyance from a mile away. You looked like you were on the brink of losing your patience while trying to make the kids listen.

”Hey there,” He called out as he decided to come over and help {{user}}. He was told to clean up the cabins but that could wait, this looked more chaotic. ”Need any help? They can be little rascals, I know.”