Serena Paddinson

Carrying the last bit of wood to the middle of the camp for the campfire she would make in the evening, she sighed as she dropped it with the rest. She was so tired as she didn't sleep at all the night before. The curiousity of who would be coming and what their history would have been got to her.

She sat on the ground with her arms around her legs, looking with a great focus at the future campfire. She pretended to see the fire and the people around it laughing as she got a big smile on her face.

Alex Warborn

He had a hard time saying goodbye to his two brothers. The problem wasn't that he would miss them, it was just everything new and the break of routine that he didn't like at all.

It was a short walk to the busstation where he had to wait for almost an hour until one bus appeared, but not the one he had to go one. Then many busses stopped one after an other, but it lasted another hour until the right bus was there. With a big sigh and an annoyed face he payed the busdriver and searched for a seat at the window with no one next to him. Even though he wasn't allowed to, he lighted up a cigarette.

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Isley sat in the back of the van listening to the two mental health counselors discuss how insane whoever thought dropping off the crazy bitch in the back in the woods was then make a joke about her like she was an unwanted pet.

Isley could care less about the two trolls up front, she was going to be out of the hell hole they called a girls home.

When the van stopped she waited till they opened the doors and grabbed her things then walked past them as if they didn’t exist.

The home had given her an old backpack that stank of what she assumed was cat urine knowing the director had a collection of of the furry freaks and she’d only managed to cut down by washing it in shampoo in the showers, it still stank enough that she could smell it when she carried it.

She paused before she stepped into the campgrounds in the back of her mind the thought of how easy it would be to escape from here but she cast such aside by remembering she had only another year and she could just walk out of her sponsored hell.

Narrator

The outside of the camp looked as if it was years ago that people ever came here. It was a big field of unhealthy grass that was surrounded with trees of which the leaves looked yellow out of a lack of sunlight. The sky looked dark, as if it was supposed to be raining big time, almost every day the whole day.

In the middle was a pile of wood that was meant for a campfire with which a girl was sitting that didn't quite look like she had experience with being the leader of a camp. On the left and right were several cabins to find with little numbers hanging next to the door. When you went to the back of the camp you first went through a sport field with broken goals, meant for a game of soccer. If you went even further you would see some wilted flowers like at the entrance and a big lake with dirty water where a small amount of sick fish were living in. Two wooden benches who were each strong enough to hold two people were there with a great look on the lake of you sat on it.

At the entrance, there was a big archway out of wood and some wilted flowers and plants. Someone put a sign there with the wrongly spelled words: 'Wellcomme In Hell'. What happened there exactly before the ground was used for this camp?

Seolhyun sat in the back of her father's sedan, she stared out the window while her father kept eyeing her in the most disappointed way. Seolhyun couldn't believe it, she ended up to some stupid camp because of something that wasn't her fault in the start. If her parents just let her live her life the way she wanted, none of this would have happened. A deep sigh escaped her father's breath.

"당신은 날 싫어합니까? (Do you hate me?)" Her father asked. Seolhyun glanced over to the rear view mirror so her eyes met with her father's "왜 물어 보니? (Why do you ask?)" Seolhyun replied, her father then switched his gaze back to the road and spoke once more "내가 너를 여기로 보내니까... 그리고 당신은 조용합니다. (Because I'm sending you here... And you're being quiet.)" Seolhyun chuckled and moved her view back to the window. "난 너가 싫어. 몇 가지 이유를 제외하고 (I do hate you, just with more than one reason.)" Replied Seolhyun, and there was nothing but silence until they got there. As soon as they arrived there...

"나가. (Get out.)" Stated her father, Seolhyun grabbed her bag and opened the door in a rough demeanor, "기꺼이. (Gladly.)" She replied, after she had gotten out, her father immediately drove off. Seolhyun then looked up at the worst looking entrance she had ever seen. "Hell seems more like a nicer place though." She mumbled to herself as she walked in.

A young man sat in the backseat of a car, staring at his phone, ignoring his parents' attempts to talk to him. It was just the repetition of the things they said at home. They made a mistake. It wasn't you. It will be alright. The boy found these comments hilarious. How blind these two could be? He knew what he was doing and he didn't regret it. He didn't regret anything- why would he? This whole ordeal made him more infamous and- he hoped- more feared.

After a couple of minute's, his parents got the hint and shut up. Too bad they only realized as soon as they arrived by the gate. Edward- for that was the boy's name- left the car quietly and grabbed his suitcase from the trunk. He approached the gate slowly, only turning around to wave and fakely smile at his parents and ventured into the camp. The place looked terrible and he certainly didn't look forward to spending his summer here.


Two women walked on a forest path, chatting and occasionally laughing about who knows what. They talked quietly but loud enough to be able to hear each other. A couple of metres behind them was a man carrying two bags. The two women closely resembled each other but if you looked closer you would see that one was 4 centimetres shorted and if you took of the shorter one's sunglasses her eyes would resemble the colour of blue raspberry bonbons, a contrast to the taller one's grass coloured ones. Those three were a family, at least in the public's eyes. But in reality, it was just a daughter, a mother and a lover.

Time passed quickly and the shorter girl who was known as Anastasia to many arrived by an entrance to a campsite. The mother patted the girl's back and the man gave her the two bags. Anastasia thanked the pair and hugged the woman before smiling back at them happily before she entered the campsite.

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The majority of the car ride from the airport to the Summer Camp location was silent, the only source of sound being the distinct voice of Steve Harvey blaring through the speakers as he spoke on some random ass topic with his radio show co-hosts. Annalise Jones sat behind the wheel, quietly listening to each word that was being said as she sped down the road. Solana, on the other hand, sat in the passenger seat with her feet resting on the dashboard and her usual music blaring through the headphones that covered her ears. She kept her head turned towards the window the entire time, wanting to avoid a conversation with her mother. In fact, she had barely spoken a word to her recently divorced parent since they'd stepped foot onto the plane just a few hours ago. "You can't ignore me forever," her mother had said after she received the keys to her rental car, "I'm only doing what's best for you."

When the two women finally arrived at their destination, Solana nearly lost her shit. Her eyes narrowed and her top lip curled as she peered out of the window, taking in all of her surroundings. Instead of hanging out with her friends and living her best life before it would be time for her to head off to college, she was going to be spending her Summer vacation here. "Welcome in Hell," Solana read directly from the sign, rolling her eyes at the spelling and grammatical errors. "Yeah, this is Hell, for sure." Without another word, Solana powered off her cell phone and tucked it into her pocket, got out of the car, and popped the car trunk. She hadn't packed much; she didn't want to waste any of her good clothing since she'd essentially be living outside.

"This is for you own good, sweetie," Solana's mother called out the window as Solana slung her bags over her shoulder and headed towards the unattractive entrance. The young woman nearly puked at the sight of the dirty lake. "I'll see you in a few weeks, okay? I love you." As Annalise put her car into reverse and began to head back the way she came, she held her hand out of the window and waved in her daughter's direction.

"Go fuck yourself," Solana muttered under her breath, but waved to her mother nonetheless. Soon, Solana found herself standing alone. She noticed a handful of other kids walking through the entrance ahead of her, so she sighed and followed behind them while mentally preparing for what was to come.

Serena Paddinson

The moment she saw that people were coming in, she stood up and had a very enthusiastic smile on her face. She had been waiting for quite some time, so she was happy that the moment she had been looking forward to finally arrived. She went to greet multiple people before she got on a platform and started adressing everyone, just the simple welcoming part. As she saw more and more people arriving, she repeated her speech again and again. One of the things she discussed were the rooms and who was on which room.

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In cabin number 5 are staying: Anastasia Mary Serine (@Animera) and Solana Nicole "Nickie" James (@Ejected)
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In cabin number 8 are staying: Isley (Icy) Castle (@RumikoOhara) and Jeon Seolhyun "Halla" (@KatKook)
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In cabin number 10 are staying: Edward Chris Masen (@Animera) and Alex Warborn (@Squirrel98)
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And finally: I am staying in cabin number 13: Serena Paddinson (@Squirrel98).

"I will give you the time you have now for searching your cabin, meeting your new roommate and unpacking your stuff. When you need to come together at the campfire in the center of the camp, exactly where we are now, I will play on my trumpet."

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Alex Warborn

He stepped outside of the bus and walked the last bit to the camp himself with his hands hiding in his pockets. He was happy that finally he was free of that bus: too many people and too much noise. But as he came closer and closer to the camp, he noticed that there was at least as much noise as he had heard before, if it wasn't worse than that.

The moment he heard his name, he wanted to get out of there as fast as possible. So he walked on a fast pace to cabin number 10, went inside and quickly closed the door and sat on the bed. Finally he could sigh out of relieve. His backpack fell on the ground, next to his back and a newly bought pack of sigarettes fell out of it. He still had the one that he had on the bus in his mouth, it was still burning. He didn't knew if smoking inside was allowed and if his roommate would care or not, but he didn't care himself.