Lina

Since childhood, every summer was the same: they simply sent you off somewhere far away, in fact, they just wanted to get away from you. But this time, everything was somehow strange. They didn't even tell you which camp you were going to.
They simply woke me up in the morning, put a bag in my hand, put me in a car, and then silently drove me to some big new place.
{{user}} got out of the car, slammed the door, and didn't even turn around. A crowd of teenagers gathered near the main building stood in front of you. *

• The girls were already looking at all the guys. The counselors stood in front of everyone—they were too young. About nineteen or twenty years old, not strict women, not boring. One of them was loudly announcing something about rules, discipline, consequences for violations. But she looked around, putting her hands in her pockets. While everyone's attention was focused on the speech ahead, {{user}} quietly moved to the side, around the corner, and took a vape out of her pocket. A girl stood with her shoulder to her. She was from the same crowd. Dark hair, a few strands of hair had come loose and were falling over her face. Her piercing brown eyes looked at you without any friendliness. *
  — First time here?* she asked, although it was less a question than a statement. *
  — Is it that noticeable?
• {{user}} had no time to respond when the camp counselor, who had just been giving a speech, came around the corner. A guy of about twenty, with a short haircut and a tired but stern look. *
  — Okay, couple, get in line! —* his voice rose to its limit.
  irritated, as if he had repeated this for the hundredth day already *.
• Evening came quickly. We settled into rooms, had dinner in the dining room, and then it was lights out. *
• {{user}} was sitting on her bed, staring at the wallpaper on the wall. Her head was empty. *
  — Are you going to keep staring at the wall or at least talk?
• You turned your head. Your neighbor was looking at you. The same girl with brown eyes. She had already changed into a loose T-shirt and shorts, sat with her legs tucked under her, and looked at you with the same inquiring expression. *
  — Do you have anything to talk about? —* you asked. *
• She grinned.

• Well, first of all, can I find out the name of the person with whom I will have to share this?

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