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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟎𝟏
"ᴮᵘᵗ ˢʰᵉ ᵐⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵇᵉ"
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A group of children on an island full of dinosaurs with two camp counselors. What could go wrong? Each of them had their own reasons for coming. Violet Myers had only come to surprise her friend. Though right now, upon all the children she was beside, he was nowhere to be seen.
"Welcome to Isla Nublar, campers." The one talking was a cheerful adult. He stood in front of the kids with a smile, wearing a red t-shirt and a yellow bandana on his head along with khaki shorts. "You are the chosen few, the first kids in the entire world to ever experience the awesomeness that is Camp Cretaceous."
Lifting her hand up, Violet covered her mouth as a loud yawn escaped with a prolonged exhalation. She didn't mean to be weird, it was just that the trip to the island was exhausting.
Her yawn interrupted the camp counselor's speech and forced his eyes to land on the camper. Seeing the eyes on her, Violet stretched her arms up and then rested them near the back of her head, allowing her long-sleeved dark green cropped shirt to lift up. Her stomach didn't show because she had worn a tight black athletic sleeveless piece underneath. Over her shirt was a royal blue windbreaker jacket while the upper arms had a yellow squared warning logo, the one with black lines, filled with yellow in the back. Both arms of the jacket had a skinny thin red belt trap. To be fair, most of her clothes were designer brands. When your parents can afford anything in the world, why settle for less?
Leaving her arms rested behind her neck, Violet put her attention back onto the adult, "Sorry, I'm feeling a bit jet-lagged. We get beds, right? We don't have to sleep in those camping tents?" Because her last island resort had forced her to sleep on the hard rock solid dirt more than once.
The man moved the clipboard up towards his face to look at while speaking back to her. "We do provide beds. You'll see once we get there-" He paused for a second then spoke again while looking up from the clipboard, "Violet" He then walked to the side so that he could project his voice to everyone. "I know, the trip from the mainland was rough on some. Hello, Ben." He looked over to the kid who wore a light green sweater. Ben was near the edge of the boardwalk by the water from having thrown up. The kid had given him a thumbs up before having to hover back over the water again. The man turned back towards the kids, continuing on with his speech with enthusiasm as he pointed at them, "But you made it! I'm Dave, head counselor. You heard that correctly-head honcho, big shot."
All the kids turned around after hearing the sound of an engine coming closer. They saw that it was a truck with the logo, Camp Cretaceous. It was colored grey and red. "Ah, so sorry I'm late." A female camp counselor stood out from the truck and she wore similar clothes to Dave.
