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[i]Great, no reception.[/i]

Justin thought to himself, annoyed at his predicament as he stared mindlessly at his phone. He hoped for a light at the end of the tunnel where the reception would return, and Justin quickly realized that was truly a dying light. 

Dead. 

He pressed the lock button on his cellphone, and shook his head. He wondered what kind of place that hard headed mother of his sent him to "even him out." Yeah, he's definitely getting evened out here. He was being sent straight to Camp Horror Movie. Like, seriously, did she [i]ever[/i] watch a horror movie before? This was how horror movies start. Everyone goes to some shitty camp in the middle of nowhere, and then Jason-fucking-Voorhees will rise from the fucking lake. 

He just prayed there were cops nearby.

Okay, maybe Justin was overreacting a [i]little[/i] here. Maybe the camp was going to be great. Maybe it would be a great way of spending summer. Soon, they passed the sign, and arrived in Camp Wachata. The staff were standing outside, and... not exactly the friendly types. Didn't bode well for the rest of the camp. Well, if they try something on Justin, they're going to be on the receiving end of his Muay Thai. 

The bus stopped, and everyone was just handed a map, and pointed in the directions of the cabins. To the point, they are. Honestly, that was a good thing because Justin couldn't stomach a speech about how much of a good time they're going to have here! And how many children were not molested here!

He could only grimace at the concept of having a good time here. But, hey, at least he brought his skateboard... and then realized how useless it would be without concrete to ride on, God damn it. Well, might as well go and claim a cabin...

"Hey, hey, hey!" A strange and feminine voice appeared besides him, and Justin's head whipped around towards her. Well, he had to look up a bit, because the girl was [i]tall.[/i] Much taller than him. Though, she had stupid blue hair that made Justin roll his eyes. "You look lost, I mean, so did I when I first came here, but you look extra lost."

"Lost?" Justin rhetorically asked, scoffing. "The last place I want to be is in the center of camp murder...." 

"I thought the same thing when I first came here! 'Sounds like a shitty horror movie,' but don't sweat it, this place is cooooool." The girl said, laughing. "Trust me, I've been coming here for three years now. I think I know a little bit about how the camp works."

"Then why did everyone look pissed off at the front gates?"

"Pfft," Zoey said, flagging her wrist. "They're just a little pissy because they've been putting up with little shits like us for years now! I mean, I would be pretty pissed, too."

Justin laughed... the girl was cool, but a little weird.

"So, you need directions? Those maps they give out every year have always been shit."

"Nah, I have this." Justin said, "Oh yeah, I don't think I[i] properly[/i] introduced myself."

Justin came to a stop, as he said, "[i]Justin Liao.[/i]"

"[i]Zoey Gray,[/i] the heart of the party!" Zoey said as she flashed double peace signs, before she broke out in laughter and put her hands at her side. "Yeah, I have to unpack for the third time. Ciao."

Justin smirked as he turned away.

"... Yeah, Ciao."