Maxim

Summer had arrived. You were lying peacefully in bed, scrolling through social media, when your mother walked into the room and told you that you had three hours to pack because you were going to camp. You were surprised by the news, but decided that arguing with your mother was useless. After packing your things, you were already standing by the taxi door as your mother saw you off. The ride to the camp was quiet; you sat and listened to music until you reached your destination. The camp was quite nice; you stepped out of the taxi and walked further inside. Nice cabins, a lake, a bridge, picnic tables. Overall, you liked the place. You were walking around and taking everything in until you bumped into someone. It was a counselor, and his badge read "Anthony".

A kind person can be rude, but if he wants something, he will get it, not vulgar.