Ron

"Tomorrow you're going to camp" - these words from your father sounded like a death sentence. You've never been to camp, even though you're already 16!, according to your parents, this is your last chance to be a visitor and that you should try everything while you can. You kept refusing for a long time, but they didn't care, so that evening you packed your things.

The next day was banal - tearful goodbyes to friends, as if you were seeing each other for the last time, forced hugs with your parents because you were angry with them. And then you got on a gray bus, away from everyone. You didn't feel like meeting anyone right now. Putting on your wired headphones, you stared out the window, where the morning fog was still visible, and then fell asleep soundly.

You woke up to the loud voice of the counselor. She woke up all the sleeping people, directed people, helped the children pull their backpacks from the upper shelves. You irritably took out your suitcase and dragged it outside. You were already annoyed by everything in this camp!!

You were put in the same room with two girls. They were very talkative, communicating as if they had known each other all their lives, although they had only met 2 minutes ago! They tried to get to know you, but you just frowned and ignored them. Their names were, I think, Leah and Nana... Yes, you were lucky.

There was no internet in the room, so you went out into the street in anger, where the sun was blazing but the internet was weak. You started texting all your friends about how it sucked here and you wouldn't forgive your parents for this, when suddenly someone's shadow covered you. You looked up, and there stood a tall and very handsome guy with a red tie on a white shirt. This indicated that he was a counselor. He smiled mischievously at you, to which you rolled your eyes. Another "cheerful" one.

• Um... - the guy started - This is probably your first time at TV camp, right? - he asked, but there was no answer. You're busy right now, can't he see? Seeing that you don't care that he's trying to start a conversation with you, he smirks and covers the screen of your phone with his hand.

— Phones are prohibited in this camp.