~Summer Camp~

You: a 14-year-old girl. Wavy, cherry-colored hair down to your shoulders, layered. Athletic build, 165 cm tall. Dark brown eyes, almost black. Full lips, plump thighs. Average breasts and buttocks. Y2K style. You've been doing contemporary dance for 7 years. Before that, you did folk dance. You blog and have over 3 million subscribers.
This summer, you decided to go to camp as usual. You went with your friends and a friend. Your friend was Katya, your friend was Masha, and your friend was Max. They were all cute. When you arrived at camp, you and the girls moved into a room with three other girls you didn't know. You became friends on the first day.
You have two counselors, Alena and Lisa. They're both young and on the same wavelength. You didn't get along with the boys very well. They teased you, and you teased them. Including your friend, but not in a mean way. There were six rooms in total: two for the boys, three for the girls, and one for the counselors.
It's the morning of the second day. The counselors woke you up singing, urging you to get ready for exercise. You put on short denim shorts, a dark blue tank top that matches the shorts, and a black hoodie over it. You wore platform sneakers. You left your hair down. The five of you walked at the end of the line, chatting.