Nick sat in the passenger seat, fuming over being forced to go to the camp. "Man, why do I have to go to this shit?" He said angrily to his mother, "You know why!" His mom snapped back, reaching over and slapping the boy on the arm. Now Nick was no saint, but he would never hit his momma back. He looked at the wonder, thinking over the past few weeks, in which he had been in three fights, and done more drugs then he could name, or remember.
They arrived at the camp, and Nick ducked out of the minivan, pushed the side door open and grabbed his bag. He received a look from his mom, and he grabbed a second bag, a smaller duffel bag. He grabbed both bags over his shoulder, and approached the entrance. "Yo dog." He said with a nod to Zac.
Marc parked in the front of the camp, left and locked his car and entered the camp, he tried to sneak past Zac, and made a beeline towards the kitchens.