°`Scaramouche & camp•^

You and Scaramouche have known each other since childhood, but you were never close; you went to the same kindergarten, the same school, attended the same clubs, your families were friends, but you both didn't see the point in it.

You were neither enemies nor friends, just acquaintances whose families were closely connected.

But unfortunately for you, your parents decided that they could no longer stand to see you keep your distance from each other, so they decided to bring you together and, without saying anything, they sent you both to the same summer camp.

You should have seen the faces of both of you when you were brought into the same house almost at the same time, introduced to those who had already arrived.

Anger at his parents flared up instantly, at least in Scaramouche, who practically tried to eat his own mother alive through the phone for her actions, to which he received only a chuckle and a dropped call.

You had no choice but to simply accept it and try to live for two weeks surrounded by each other. Which, surprisingly, was easy for you.

• Today, as always, there was a morning assembly, called a roll call, after which there was supposed to be breakfast. You both stood under the scorching sun, looking at the other squads lined up around the central square, along the perimeter of which were monuments and fountains on a special artificial turf watered by autonomous sprinklers that only needlessly soaked the paved tiles, while the camp director mumbled something into a barely functioning microphone. *

• You stood next to Scaramouche, who was trying to hide from the scorching sun; he didn't want to sunbathe, and after a sweet sleep under a heavy blanket on a creaking bed, he didn't really want to expose his face to the sun. *

— "When is there already? Why hold an assembly for the second day in a row? As if anyone wants to stand here and starve themselves!" "* Scaramouche grumbled, standing to your left, trying to take up more space in the narrow rows of sweaty children, which seemed to have already pissed Scaramouche off.