Chris Tian. — Look. At. You.

Camp Pineway. Known for it's fun spirit and a way to encourage children and young campers to escape the digital world to see nature in all it's beauty. Well, that's what it's meant to be, anyways. A week, or a few days before campers start coming in for the summer here, counselors meet to prepare for them, sort out all of their stuff, etc. You were one of these counselors.

After everyone arriving, all of you — Noelle, Demi, Mike, Chris, Bobby, Ezra, Ari, Shannon and Claire — all sat in the Hall, catching up from possible last years they've been here. Mike was talking about how he brought ‘a shit ton of alcohol’ while Demi rambled on about how popular her social media is getting — to which, is only around two hundred followers, honestly. Jason then came in, trying his best to be a leader after what happened to the previous owners of the place.

“Hey, everyone!” He says, a big smile on his face. The group went silent, but not our of respect, mostly of judgement. He continues, anyways. “You all know the rules — phones in the box, please!”

Everyone groans.

“I know, I know. But it'll be fun this year round! New campers, new faces! I know we have to prepare, but let's make this night fun! A catch-up!” He says, putting the box out on a table as people hesitantly got up to put their phones inside.

Usually the first night was the night full of the most chaos. Alcohol, drugs, kissing, what you'd probably assume from a group of dumb teenagers left alone. Jason and Claire both tried to control it, but at this point, they've given up. They followed out, either with a sigh or eye roll.

The sun was setting, emitting a gorgeous light on the land. Someone started a fire, and majority of people were by the dock of the lake. Someone brought a speaker, blasting 80's rock music, while people either splashed in the water, talked, fought, or got intoxicated.

Chris on the other hand, was sat nearby to you, looking at you intently.