Madison B. Park

» 05/22
» 17
» Female

1409 Rosemead Drive, San Jose, Calfornia 95123

Yes. Allergic to pollen and extremely allergic to bees

No.

No.

Byeung Park, Father, 408-922-5598

Madi, Madie, Mad, Mads, Madz, Mady, Sonny

single but hella pansexual

5'8 and skinny as fuck, Madison is your stereotypical Northern California girl from the richer part of the Bay Area. She has that innocent, Asian look to her. Soft cheeks, big ol' eyes, and makeup for days. Long brown hair, and beautiful brown eyes help drive her appearance as a stereotypical uppity Bay Area bitch. She wears a lot of clothes that nobody can figure out where she got it from. She refuses to disclose where she got them, but that's to hide the fact that she gets them from places like H&M or LuLuLemon (yet nobody who has asked realizes this). She keeps her nails short and neat, refusing to paint them because of how much she hates the smell of nail polish.

More in depth:
Madison feels constant pressure to do her very best in everything that she undertakes (despite taking a different route). This is stemmed from the hypercompetitive environment of the high school she goes to. If you don't have a 4.0, you're pretty much garbage. This is the type of place where UC Berkeley would be considered a safety school to everyone. People are literally killing themselves to stay ahead of the competition. Madison was pulled into this sort of environment, often spending a countless amount of time studying or doing extracurriculars to make that resume of hers look really, really good. Being a student in the environment she grew up in was not fun.

To be the most successful out of all her peers and finally leave behind the hypercompetitive Bay Area school scene.

Madison was born to Byung and Rose Park in Mountain View, California. She is the only girl in a family of three, having one older brother and one younger. Growing up, she was pushed to be as successful in her academics as possible. Even though her parents were both graduates from UCLA, they didn't want Madison to live in their shadow and have to settle for mediocrity. As a result, she was put into a variety of things, such as after school tutoring and extra math classes to ensure that Madison would be the best in her class.

As high school rolled around, she found that competition was literally cutthroat. People were killing themselves over not being able to succeed and everyone was overworking themselves to the point where they were hospitalized due to fatigue. Madison had been absorbed into the environment at first, but as time went on she distanced herself. She had decided to find success her own way and find things that separated herself from your everyday Asian kid with straight As and taking every AP class possible. She decided to deviate and focus more on things like sports and extracurriculars instead of slaving away at a book.

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Kinda...

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Casper P. Fawn

» January 24th
» 18
» Male

2 Oakreach Crescent, Hunting Valley, Ohio, 44022

None.

None.

None.

Evelyn Farrow, Mother, 1-236-718-4020

Caspy

Heterosexual. That's a secret!

Casper is slightly shorter than the general average for his gender in the United States, being roughly 5'7. On his tip-toes, he can reach the top shelves in supermarkets, and he has decided that is all that matters. His less-than-average height is matched by his lithe body, for while he is certainly toned, he does not have an especially athletic build that would indicate a dedication to any great amount of physical activity or exercise. Combined, his 'growth spurt pending' height (his own description of his height) and his general frame often lead many to assume he is several years younger.

More memorable perhaps than Caspers genetics, is his eccentric fashion style. Brightly coloured jumpers with polka-dot bow-ties, blazers, oddly patterned shirts with flowers, brogues and blazers are all commonplace in his closet.

His hair is a dark shade of blonde, bordering on brown. It is often loosely styled in a parting.

More in depth:
A friendly face around the camp, Casper is always looking to make new acquaintances and establish new friendships. Some of the most important people in his life have been met at these camps, and he has become, if anything, only increasingly outgoing as the years have progressed. Loyal to a fault, Casper will try his utmost to support those he considers his friends.

Wearing his heart on his sleeve, the campers of Aces High will always know where Casper stands on any particular situation. Whether he is petrified of an insect, or upset about a prank, Casper is not one to keep his feelings to himself. He does not fear the judgement of those around him, and is in a sense 'transparent' to the world around him. Truly, he has nothing to hide, and expresses himself daily be it through his questionable fashion sense or outspoken opinions.

Yet while now having little difficulty with asserting his opinion, Casper often fails to take action. You're being a bully? Well - he'll let you know. Beyond that? Not much. Having always been timid, only somewhat recently has Casper developed the confidence to let others know his thoughts, and he remains ever anxious of causing an altercation, be it physical or verbal.

Indeed, were Casper to have one wish, it would be for the courage of a lion. He has never been in a physical fight, and is petrified of the thought. When it comes to more verbal battles, he is quick to back down and submit.

To be happy with people I care about.

Born into wealth among the peaceful suburbs and sprawling mansions of Hunting Valley, Casper was lucky enough to be born a Fawn. The family, having gained its relatively recent wealth (being a family of ‘new money’) through a start-up business, founded by Casper’s father Ernest Fawn (known by most simply as Ern), that quickly grew. Specifically, it focuses on the renting out of luxury yachts and boats for holiday-makers, corporate events and a host of other reasons across the United States. Casper was born the second son on Ernest and Evelyn, the mother of Casper and his senior brother of two years, Elliot. The perfect antithesis of one another, Elliot was the outgoing and academically successful while Casper tended to instead prefer extra-curricular activities of theatre and cooking, with a smaller circle of friends. Whilst Ern would never admit it, he has always seen more of himself in Elliot, reflected through Elliot’s similar drive to succeed financially.

Despite his private education, Ernest found throwing money at the problem would not fix it. That problem being, Caspers apparent apathetic attitude toward his future. Given the heavy demands of his work, however, circumstances prevented Ernest from playing a more active role model in Casper’s childhood. Despite what were undoubtedly his best intentions to encourage ambition and a thirst for success in his younger son, his inability to act as a role model led to few similarities between Ernest and Casper. The main recollection Casper has of his childhood is, quite literally, being forced to live in the shadow of his older brother. Attending the same clubs, playing the same sports and going to the same school, Casper found this served only to reinforce his supposed ‘failings’ and insecurities, more than it led him to be inspired by his brother. Still, his life continued in this way for the best part of his early childhood.

Finally, Casper was sent to toughen up among nature. His elder brother suggested the idea of Casper attending a summer camp to their parents, though only for his own entertainment. Brothers will be brothers. Despite his protest and efforts to guilt his parents into letting him instead stay at home, Casper was sent off to explore a way of life he had not yet encountered. Bugs, rain, cold, boredom. No matter what camp he was sent to, Casper knew one thing. It was going to be dreadful.

He was right, too. Well, for the first few weeks at least. Given time, Casper found being forced to live alongside strangers and get to know those around him was an enjoyable experience, even if it meant having to put up with bed bugs and spiders in his cabin. Even more than this, he met who would become his best friend at one of such camps. A relationship he certainly never expected to find quite literally in the middle of nowhere.

Since his first trip to a Summer Camp several years ago and the kindling of a friendship to stand the test of time, Casper has begrudgingly attended ever since.

TBD

No!

FC: Thomas Brodie-Sangster, Chat Colour: Lightsteelblue

Kaitlyn A. Rhodes

» 06/23
» 17
» Female

1190 Fairway Rd, Lake Oswego, OR, 97034
(this is some actual house I pulled off Google, so apologies if by sheer chance any of you live here)

Pollen, mild.

Over-the-counter allergy kind of stuff. Nothing revolutionary.

Nada.

Elizabeth Rhodes, mother, (503)449-1593

Kate, Katie (mostly the former).

Lesbian, no serious relationships.

Kate stands at about 5'7, weighing ~125 pounds. Her hair, on the longer side but well-maintained, is a brownish sort of auburn, almost always either kept in a ponytail or allowed to fall where it will. Her eyes are brown with thicker-than-average lashes, face more or less normal. In general, she wears a bit of light makeup; nothing revolutionary there. Her ears are pierced and usually fitted with generic silver studs. She abhors the concept of tattoos, and fittingly has none.

As far as clothing is concerned, Kate generally tries to strive for as casual as is reasonably possible in the setting. This usually means a plain shirt, jeans or leggings, and some basic accessories. Once every week or two she might be inclined to wear a skirt or dress.

Oh, and she's pretty attractive overall, but let's be honest: this is a probably-expensive ten-week summer camp in northern California. Everyone is attractive.

More in depth:
Kate is a little bit to unravel, but then again so are most people. She has lofty ambitions and strives her best to live up to them, with reasonable confidence in the end outcome, but tends to stress over most of the immediate steps on the way, from tests to driving exams to college applications. She's an introvert but not of any extreme kind, perfectly able to hold her own in conversation or public-speaking as long as she doesn't have to do it for too long. She alternates between having too much of a filter to her words and pretty much none at all, correlating almost perfectly with her frustration or anger at the time.

In most social situations she is more or less average: she occasionally can be brought, by herself or others, to take initiative, but generally hangs back a little bit. The back is, after all, the best place to judge people, and Kate is a pretty judgey person. She doesn't do it to be mean, but buried somewhere in the self-consciousness is a little bit of an ego that she likes to think is better than a good portion of the rest of the world. It's probably some sort of a coping mechanism, if we're being honest -- just like the sarcasm and the dry humor, but she tries not to think about that too hard.

She speaks passable French, gleaned from four years of classes, and is also a terrible artist. Not a single fine arts class taken since she could get away with it, and for good reason. She is not religious.

She's got them all worked out. A degree in poli sci from a good university (minor in history!); congressional aide; state government; senator; second or third female president. If there hasn't been at least one by the time she's thirty-five, Kate reasons, heads are going to have to roll.

From there? Empress and/or democratically-elected president of the world.

Kate was born nearly eighteen years ago in one of the richer suburbs of Portland, Oregon, the only child of a well-off family. Her father had made a small fortune in a tech startup, lost most of that fortune trying to play at stocks, and won half of it back when he actually got good at the whole stock market thing. Her mother was a professor of economics, though on a limited schedule so she could raise the brat.

Kate's upbringing was, to sum it up in a single word, normal. Her parents were good people, and she did well enough in (public) school. She might've appreciated a bit less attention, being the only kid, but there are certainly worse things to complain about. The only place where Kate lagged behind a bit was socially, but she was perfectly happy with a small group of friends at the medium levels of the ladder of popularity. Where she managed to really hit some sort of stride, though, was high school, where she finally managed to develop some real ambitions. As a freshman with the collective experience of a few months of government class, Kate crusaded to establish a school mock-government, and managed to violate the twenty-second amendment by winning mock-president for all four one-year terms.

Meanwhile, Kate was doing fine in her classes. She took an avid interest in history in particular, and joined the school's quiz bowl team as Official History-and-Government-Knowing Person(tm). With this incredible title to her name, she mostly managed to coast away from other extracurriculars, though she did take up some fencing as an occasional hobby. When senior year (from which, at a slightly young age, she is now exiting) came around, she took all the requisite tests and did pretty well on them and was accepted into a good college.

Kate realized relatively early into her teenage years that she was gay, a fact that she kept mostly-private while she worked through
it. As time passed, her guard lowered and the casual trysts with "definitely just a close friend, mom" were hidden less and less
vigilantly, until eventually Kate gave up the ghost entirely and let her parents know (not that they hadn't guessed). They took it in
stride, or at least seemed to, but that didn't change the fact that the next time Kate was once more found in flagrante was only a few weeks before her parents announced the mandatory ten-week camping trip. No fingers are being pointed here, nada, no siree.

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Eh. A week would've been fun, Kate reasons. Two, pushing it. Ten? That's more of an exile than a vacation. She'd wanted to get a job over the summer, to pay for college stuff.

All pictures are couretsy of twenty minutes spent delving through royalty-free stock images, so I assume there isn't much to be claiming or infringing on. Color: let's go for #800020, it's burgundy.

Josephine C. West

» November 1
» 17
» Female

331 Wagon St.
San Antonio, TX 78213

Yes a nut allergy

Yes, Epipen for nut allergy

No

Angela, Mother, 512-555-0102

Josie

Heterosexual/Single

Josie's hair is naturally blonde and very thick, and she usually lets it take whatever shape it wants. Her eyes are hazel, but look slightly green in some light. Josie's sense of style takes influence from the 70s, and she follows on-trend retro styles. She always has a cool and alluring vibe and aesthetic about her, and she knows it. She is often viewed as serious by new people, but they quickly get to know her mischevious smile and her fun side.

More in depth:
Josie knows that she brings a cool vibe wherever she goes. She always looks like she's posing for a high fashion magazine, because that is her dream. She's unique and beautiful, but her cockiness and recklessness get in the way of any professional jobs. She likes for things to be fast-paced, which is seen in her spontaneity, so she is always impatient if something is taking too long. Although she likes fashion, she has an incredible intellect that she never shows off. Although she is smart, she rarely puts any effort in her schoolwork so that she can follow her dream of becoming a model. She has a harsh exterior, but only her close friends know her soft and humorous side. Everyone also knows her to be a flirt, which she does with any attractive guy she sees.

Her dream is to become a high fashion model/icon.

Josephine was born in Texas to wealthy conservative parents (Angela and Jerry) and was always known for being the mischevious and bad kid for teachers. Growing up, she was always praised for her natural beauty so she thinks highly of her appearance and is always playing with her best feature: her hair. During her junior year (the year before being sent to camp), although naturally smart, Josie focused on her social media and modelling career rather than her studies. She was born wealthy so she is used to getting her way, and was planning on spending her summer in New York to work with some modelling agents. However after her parents saw the reckless path she was on, and her grades from the last year, the decided to send her to summer camp. They want to know where she is at all times and are glad for the new summer camp.

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No, I'd rather be in New York

Cora Keegan
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Peter A. Henway

» 6/14
» 18
» Male

734 SW Clay St., Topeka, Kansas 66546

No

No

No

Reverend Edwin Henway, Father, 914-970-5400

Pete

Heterosexual, Single

Peter is a tall boy, standing at six feet and two inches. Weighing in at 180 pounds of workhorse muscle, Henway's nothing to scoff at. He's broad shouldered and built like an ox from years of physical labor and a good diet. Peter's angular, strong features give him the look of being older than he actually is. His gelled dark brown hair is rarely messy or unkempt. Henway's obsession with appearances forbids him from leaving the house looking anything but immaculate. His frosty blue eyes are always full of life, a certain gentleness never fading from behind his soft gaze. Typically, Peter's face is clean shaven, though there have been periods where he's tried to grow something out. He's never gotten much farther than stubble before reverting back to just shaving it all off. In regards to fashion, Peter doesn't stray far from the typical. He likes jeans, plaid button ups and the occasional blank T-shirt. Henway rarely goes anywhere without a dusty old ball cap for his favorite baseball team, The Royals, his grandfather gave him. The dark blue, worn hat features the letters KC prominently on the front, as well as the numbers '47 on the side.

Peter wants to be free of his family's overwhelming expectations, and just be himself. He's just not sure who he is quite yet.

Peter was born the youngest child in his family. He had three sisters, a father who never stopped working and a stay at home mom to raise him. From a young age, Pete was taught to act with a soft hand. He was admonished for acting out in any capacity, never allowed off his short leash. The boy became complacent with his lot in life. Henway was usually the one to draw the short straw whenever chores were assigned, finding himself with the hardest of the jobs. Pete had a good work ethic hammered into his head before he could count above ten. Throughout the week he'd spend his time learning at school, come home to help his pa with whatever project he was working on next, then collapse in bed, exhausted. Once his grandfather introduced him to the magnificent sport that was baseball, Henway spent every Saturday at the field with the other boys. Sundays were spent at church, listening to his dad's sermons. Reverend Henway was a quiet man, who tried to instill a sense of duty to family and community in his congregation, as well as a dedication toward peace. 'Turn the other cheek' was taken so literally that he deemed defending yourself from an attacker a sin. Peter soaked in his teachings every day for seventeen years, without fail.

As he grew up, Peter's body rapidly developed. He was the tallest and broadest kid in his class by middle school. He caught a part time job on an uncle's farm, more because of his parents' pressuring him than of any desire to gain income. Henway started to desire independence. The other guys started to whisper about how Pete didn't get to do half the things they did. They starting making fun of him for it. Pete never spoke up in his defense, shrugging it off and turning the other cheek as he'd been instructed. He poured his energy into his job and the only hobby he enjoyed, baseball. His grandpa would take him to Royals games whenever he could scrape together the funds. They'd sit in front of the TV together after church. Dad didn't approve, but dad's dad didn't give a rats ass what his son thought about it. Peter never got around to joining a real team, but he never missed a chance to organize a game at the park. High School rolled around and he kept growing. Now a towering monster of a hormone infused man-boy, nobody picked on him anymore- even if Pete never once raised his voice or laid a hand on another person, he naturally looked imposing. He figured they left him alone because not doing anything about it had actually worked. His grades were average at best. He struggled with math and science, and found English class dull. Shop was a nice break from the monotony of standard academic classes.

Then Peter turned eighteen. He was an adult, according to the government, but his parents disagreed. It was the first time young Henway tried to argue with his parents about giving him more leeway. He wanted to attend a Baseball camp in New York. His father was vehemently against it, claiming his son's obsession with the game was what had driven his grades down. Pete brought up that his grandpa was the one that introduced him to it. For the first time, Henway saw his father get angry. Truly angry. He denounced his own dad as senile and hell bound, putting his foot down and deciding his son wouldn't be going anywhere. Peter decided to switch gears. He came to his parents a few days later, telling them about Aces High. It wasn't a baseball camp, and it was in Northern California. It just so happened his dad was planning to spend a few weeks visiting church in Cali- the time lined up near perfectly with the camp. He reluctantly agreed to let his son attend. Henway, exhausted from having to fight inch for bloody inch for even the most basic freedom for himself, began to resent the viper-like grip his parents held him in. He wasn't allowed to be himself so long as they controlled him so closely. Peter made it a personal goal to stretch his wings while he was at Aces. It would mark the first time he was away from his community's watchful eye, giving Henway a chance to see who he really was without their talons sunk deep into his soul.

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Yes

Colton Haynes, Red (Unique, I know)

Margaery A Taylor

» 12/15
» 17
» Female

4825 Magnolia Way, San Diego, California, 96680

Nope

Nope

No

Lily Taylor, Aunt, 619-897-0987

Maggie, Mags

Straight, Newly Single

The first thing everyone notices about Maggie is her eyes. Piercing and grey, they're really quite beautiful. They have a way of staring straight through you, as if she can find out everything about you with just a glance. Maggie's hair is falls to just below her shoulders, dark brown and normally curled. Her mouth is downturned in a constant pout, one that makes it look like she's deep in thought. Maggie is of average height, right around the 5'5" mark, with a slender frame, and can normally be found dressed in shorts and tees,
rarely wearing anything else.

More in depth:
There's no doubt that Maggie is one of the sweetest people you'll ever meet. She's kind and loyal, and a great listener. She's incredibly smart, but also incredibly humble, preferring not to show off. She has a habit of snapping candids of just about everyone, but most of her friends don't mind. Maggie's biggest flaw is her fear of the world around her. She may be an ambitious soul, but her cautious nature often holds her back, from new friendships, and new opportunities.

Become a Pulitzer Prize winning journalist

Lily Taylor hadn't planned on being a mother. In fact, she really hadn't wanted kids at all. But that changed rather suddenly when one December night, her sister passed away during childbirth. Lily was the only surviving family member and the father wasn't anywhere to be found. Suddenly, Lily had a niece who needed a mom. And so she stepped in and took the newborn in, naming her Margaery, after her late mother.

Lily found that she was much more suited to being a parent than she'd initially thought. Maggie was raised by a loving aunt, who she was always close with. She was always a bit of a quiet kid, never getting too involved. In high school though, Maggie was forced by her aunt to join the journalism club, and she blossomed. Sure, she was more of a wallflower than anything, she hated standing out, and did her best to stay behind the lens of her camera, but she found her path.

Throughout the next three years, Maggie grew as a journalist, but this summer she wants to grow as a person. She knows that she won't be able to go into the world of journalism if she can't stand up for herself or take risks. So, she begged her aunt to enroll her at Aces High, seeing it as an opportunity to come out of her shell and become more outgoing. Easier said then done.

TBD

Yes

FC: Alexandra Daddario
Color: orchid

Kennedy F. Williams

» May 7th
» 17
» Female

Cactus Rd, Phoenix, Arizona, 85029

Grass and tree pollen - pretty much just hay fever. It'll make her sniff a little on particularly windy days, but it is nothing severe.

She takes a daily dose of Prozac to keep control over her obsessive-compulsive symptoms.

Not officially, no. She may show reluctance towards particularly dirty tasks, but is otherwise open to anything.

Dean Williams, older brother, 602-523-9815
Charity Williams, mother, 602-453-9012

Everyone calls her Kenny

Heterosexual and very single

Kenny stands at 5'6" with the slender and graceful physique of a dancer. She has fair skin that tans easily, and also provides her with a dusting on freckles across the top of her shoulders and her nose during the summer months. Her icy blue eyes stand out the most when she is tanned, yet still manage to draw plenty of attention in the colder months thanks to the thick, dark lashes that surround them.

She has her septum pierced, the result of an unfortunate amount of peer pressure, but she has grown to love it. Her ears are also pierced - in four places on her right, and two on her left. Kenny's style is definitely more on the bohemian side of things; she adores natural colours - warm browns, forest greens, midnight blues. And, more recently, she's become rather devoted to weaving feathers and beads and ribbon into her hair, which is naturally a soft chestnut colour with the last of some blonde dye growing out at the ends. Some would even say she has a hippie vibe to her, which she would most likely laugh at, and insist that she's nowhere near that cool.

Makeup is a rarity with Kenny, especially when it comes to the summer, but she isn't afraid of some mascara every so often - and who doesn't love a splash of glitter?

More in depth:
Upon first impression, Kenny is a free spirit if you ever saw one. She has a love for all things beautiful and is rare to not see her laughing or smiling or reciting lines from one of her favourite books. She is a truly compassionate individual, and most find it hard to dislike her for her bright optimism and willingness to see the light in even the darkest of things.

Not only is she such a startlingly colourful person, but she's modest, as well - even to the point of self criticism. It is her vibrant nature that can be her downfall, though. Not only does it cause a lot of people to distrust her, either out of jealousy or suspicion, but it also presents herself as someone who is particularly susceptible to being played.

Behind the bright and bubbly identity that so many associate with Kenny is a completely different story. Upon finding this more damaged aspect to her, you will also discover how good of a liar she is. She will go out every day with a fixed smile on her face no matter how wrecked she feels inside. Kenny does not do this to deceive people, but rather in a selfless manner to ensure that they don't worry about her. She carries her obsessive compulsive disorder like a burden, and only very few know of it. It is something that has brought her a shattering amount of shame over the years, causing in her forming mask after mask of the nature-loving beauty that she so wishes to be.

She doesn't have a specific one at the moment - looking into the future is particularly difficult for her. If asked now, her answer would probably be to settle down with someone she loves and to be happy.

Charity Williams and Thomas Greene hooked up while they were both still in high school - a whirlwind summer romance, over before it ever really began. They stayed together for one reason - Dean; Kennedy's older brother of two years. Dean was born a month after Charity had graduated, and the new, small and inexperienced family settled down in a small apartment in the city of Phoenix, Arizona. The parents' relationship was rocky, to say the least, and when Dean reached the age of two, Thomas packed his bags and left his then-pregnant partner without so much of a backwards glance. And so Kennedy Williams was born seven months later, serving as little more than a reminder to her mother of how much of a mess her life had become.

Kennedy's childhood was not an easy one, but she and her brother found joy in the little things of growing up. They would spend the hours that their mother worked outdoors - whether they were at the park, in the woods, or even sneaking into the rich people's private lakes for a swim in the never ending hot summer months, they could barely spend an hour inside. The two became inseparable - Dean stepping in as Kenny's guardian in place of the father she had never known and the mother who was always tired.

It was when she had just started high school that Kenny began to find herself being not good enough for everyone. She was relatively popular - as popular as one could be in such a large school with a good-looking older brother - but she had few close friends in which she could confide in. As she got older, she strived more and more for perfection until, by the age of fifteen, it began eating away at her inside. She would put on a happy face in school, but at home she spent longer indoors - unwilling to face the world and its frightening chaos. There was nothing wrong with her, she would tell herself, it was just part of growing up. It was her brother that convinced her to visit a psychiatrist, having noticed her withdrawal from her old self and her lack of laughter at home. Their mother was too busy to notice.

She was prescribed medication that she was to take every day, morning and night, and fortnightly therapy sessions. It was expensive stuff, but Dean spent all of his savings on his little sister's mental health. And it worked. Mostly. Kennedy found herself relaxing, smiling and socialising more, her grades picked up and she even managed to get a job as a local lifeguard. And it was all thanks to her brother. In a way of saying thank you, she scraped up every last penny of her savings and bought him a trip to Europe - two months of travelling with an extra ticket for a friend. Secretly, she had wished he would have chosen her to take, but on the day she had given him the present, he had given her one too. Summer camp. A well done gift. Was it a fortunate coincidence? Or a cruel sense of irony? Only time will tell.

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Kenny is somewhat torn. Part of her wants to be with her brother, another part is excited for meeting new people and just having fun, and another scarily large part of her is petrified over the prospect of being alone for a whole two months.

Faceclaim: Zella Day _{more like Zella Slay amiright?}
Color: Burlywood