Camp Everglade

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Rowan entered a cabin that had a blue paw painted outside with a look of disgust. There was a few places to sleep and some other kids she didnt know or care to know. She had just turned 17 yesterday with her present being released from a three year stint in two separate mental hospitals (for being too eccentric with anti-social behavior according to her theripist). It was him that reccomended this camp to help her learn to mingle back into society. Sighing, she threw her beat up satchel bag onto a bed, took a well worn leather book out of her biker jacket pocket, then began to read.
 
Emma walked out to the lake, remembering the good times with her mother at their lakeside home. She never got to know her dad since he was in prison for DUI most of the time, where her mother kept her safe for her. She spent most of her life in a women's shelter and thought this camp would be a ticket to a new and better life. "This brings back so much memories." She said, brushing her orange hair over her shoulder while looking at her photo album. She decided to try to find girls to talk to at the Mess Hall.
 
After awhile Rowans stomach began to rumble loudly. She had forgotten what hunger felt like although before arriving at camp her adoptive guardian nearly force fed a bowlful of crappy oatmeal until she faked a few bites.
"Shit" she swore, putting her book away and headed to the mess hall for some food. Hopefully she would find an empty table when she got there.
 
Emma walked nervously through the mess hall until she saw a pink haired girl sitting alone. "Hey,mind if I sit with you?" She looked at Emma and said she could sit with her. Emma trying not to e rude, introduced herself. "Oh, I'm Fiona." She said. They chatted about their lives and what not. "I have to go back to my cabin, see you later." Fiona said as she left the mess hall. Emma knew this was going to be a better life.
 
Drake wandered into the mess hall, happy that he had finally found it, though Drake loved the outdoors he had an awful sense of direction, and had only just found the mess hall after a good half hour of walking around. Drake was a tall teen, standing a head taller then most people he met, he had long brown hair which he kept in a pony tail and was fairly peculiar. Right when he walked in he looked around, looking for an open seat, luckily he found a free table which he sat on by himself, as he sat there he pulled out a small pocket knife and fiddled around with it while looking around, smiling.
 
Quinn looked around as the mess hall continued to fill up. He was finished with his breakfast and dumped his waste in one of the trash bins. Quinn wiped his hands n his pants before returning to his table. He'd wait for the rest of his group to shuffle in before announcing the hike would begin shortly. Considering the rain had stopped and he sun was shining again there was no need to postpone any further.
 
Jenna crawled out of bed with a groan. She had successfully napped a while after meeting with Quinn and that new kid at breakfast. From the window she could see the shining brightly which caused her to grimace. After stretching she pulled her headphones around the back of her neck again as she walked outside, a pair of sunglasses resting on the top of her head. Hopefully her group left without her, but just to be sure she walked to the mess hall that was alive with noise and other teenagers. Jennifer opened the door and peeked inside, biting her lower lip.
 
After Drake heard his councilors announcement he quickly got up from his chair and folded his knife back up, sliding it back into his pocket. "Were are we going to hike" he asked as he raised his hand slightly to get the councilors attention.
 
John Tyler, 18 years old, 5'11 and muscular, nice, intelligent, survivor style of personality. he stumbled upon the camp when his car ran out of gas, he grabs his jacket and road flares and strikes one. he sees the sign at the entrance and walks in, looking for shelter. he cant find any and is alone. his flare dies out and starts hearing howls around him he starts running, and after about five minutes he is lost in the middle of the woods. he checks his coat pocket and finds nothing. his flares fell out of his pocket while he was running from the wolves he heard he doesn't bother looking for them because that would mean going towards the wolves. but he always had a zippo in his back pocket. it was his grandfathers a sort of memento because he never met him. he died when his mother was six months pregnant with him. he lights up a cigarette and finds himself at doe-tail tail, he hears laughter and goes over the hill to see the camp with a whole bunch of kids. he ashes his cigarette and decides to walk down the hill and introduces himself to a few people.
 
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