It was night time when the bus finally stopped.
Kids and teens of all ages were on the bus, heading to what they assumed was their death. It was strange, because there were no military people. It was assumed that they found the queers and allies "too disgusting". It was like they might be infected.Most, if not all of them, would be surprised when they pulled up to what was like a summer camp.
The doors opened at the front, and a woman climbed onboard. She looked like a teenager, but she was infact only twenty-three. She had pale smooth skin and wavy blonde hair.
"Welcome to your death! Just kidding you guys. Welcome to Camp Queer. I'm Summer and I go by she slash her pronouns. I am also the head counselor here. You're probably wondering if this is some cruel joke. It isn't. Anyways, this is a safe haven for all of you. I know most of you are probably skeptical of me right now, and that's totally understandable. So what I'm gonna do is I'm gonna get off the bus and I want you guys in a single file line behind me so we can go to the fireplace and explain everything! Okay? Okay."
She stepped off and awaited everyone to get off. Once they were, she began walking towards something that looked like an olden olympic arena but with a giant campfire in the middle.
"Sit anywhere you like!" she yelled behind her, and she walked towards the campfire.
Maya was watching the world outside her window and enjoying her life for the last few moments before they stopped in front of the camp. It was strange, it looked like some camp you'd send your kid to over summer. Not someplace you sent people to die.
A pretty girl got on board, and spoke like everything was fine. Like they weren't just about to be sent to their deaths. She was still doubtful as she got off the bus and walked to the arena. She watched as kids everywhere conversed. Maya felt so alone. She just sat down on one of the stone wall/bench thingys and watched the fire.