Welcome to camp

The sun glared down at the cracking earth, clouds sparsely covering the pale blue sky. In a tree sat a tall boy, his eyes were a pale yellow gleaming beneath his short brown hair. He was wearing a light grey long sleeved shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to the middle of his forearms, a brown camo vest over his shirt. The boy reached into the pocket of his desaturated green trousers and pulled out his phone, nothing expensive, just enough to get the job done. Looking at the screen he saw he was receiving a call from his dad. He accepted as the two started talking, with slight British accents.

Boy: "What do you want this time?"

Dad: "Wow, you sound happy as always. What makin' you grumpy this time Y/n?"

Y/n snarled at his father before snapping back.

Y/n: "Get to the point old man, I've only got so much time in Africa, and I want to enjoy it."

Y/n looked out over the Sahara he was in; his eyes were drawn towards the pride of lions around a watering hole. For such dangerous animals, they were truly beautiful. His father's bark of laughter brought him back from his mind.

Dad: "Trust me you aren't going to want to miss the opportunity I got for you from work."

This piqued his interest. Whenever his father said "opportunity" he meant one of two things; either A, he set Y/n up on a blind date for the hundredth time, and Y/n would have to awkwardly explain that to a random girl he'd never met. Or B, he'd gotten him a trip to a different country's wilderness, Usually the latter, but he still had to deal with the former far more frequently than liked. After a long pause he spoke.

Y/n: "Go on."

Dad: "Well work is doing a camp for kids around your age, and I managed to get you a spot on the trial run with six others. Told them that someone with your expertise could help improve the place."

Y/n: "Okay... but that just raises a bigger question."

Dad: "I mean it's a pretty simple concept, its not that complicated, what's the problem?"

Y/n: "Where the hell do you work?! You've never told me!"

He shouted into the phone. His father burst into laughter at his son's response.

Dad: "You mean I've seriously never told you? I work at Jurassic World. You'll be attending Camp Cretaceous!"

Y/n was silent on his end of the phone. His father, his boring, old, regular, father, who could hardly hold a normal conversation without getting onto a stupid topic, worked for Jurassic World. And now he had a chance to go to a place with some of the most dangerous animals to ever live, with six kids who probably got there by pure chance and would be useless in a survival situation, fantastic. How the hell did his dad even come to work at Jurassic World?

Y/n: "And why did you think I'd want to do this?"

Dad: "Well... urm... I thought it would be nice for you to socialise with some kids your own age? Maybe actually make some friends."

Y/n: "Hey! I have loads of-"

His father cut him off before he could finish.

Dad: "Human friends."

Y/n was silent at this.

Y/n: "Fine. When am I leaving?"

As he spoke a loud whirring sound was heard above him, looking up he saw a helicopter about to land.

Dad: "Right now."

Y/n could practically hear his father's grin.

Dad: "Oh and Y/n, the girls there are pretty cute, maybe you'll find a girlfriend."