Yolanda turned and exited the building as she saw that most were gathering near a table occupied by a group of girls. All except one seemed to be enjoying themselves; she focused on the one male who seemed to be less sociable. Ignoring her mantra of [i]'friends aren't necessary to have a good time'[/i], she moved over to the table and stood by it, her arms still folded as she attempted to guess the personalities of each present. Yolanda scowled lightly; it seemed as if most had already formed cliques. She had hoped the camp would be different from high school.