In which a group of teenagers are attempting to have the best summer ever... only to stumble across a murder trail at their summer camp. Secrets unraveled, friendships are tested, and danger lurks in amongst the unknown- realising they might not kno...
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Having teenagers know where she came from made Jenna feel extremely vulnerable, especially when that place was a group home for Foster kids.
She didn't want people, especially teenagers, to know the state she lived in; she just wanted to be normal. Jenna Davies had grown up in an orphanage since she was eleven- she was now sixteen, and had finally persuaded her guardians to let her go to a summer camp.
Jenna had missed out on many things growing up: love, a quiet household, parents that chose their own daughter over alcohol and drugs- though Jenna didn't think much about her parents anymore. Her main focus was to not end up like them (which probably consisted of being high, angry, and drunk), however the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
Jenna Davies slouched down on a chair in a small cabin, filled with colourful posters about preaching positivity pinned on the wooden walls. On the desk, with photo frames of past camping memories, was a name plate reading 'Mrs Melanie Carter' with the words 'Head Camp Director' underneath. A large woman walked into the room, her curly brown hair was slowly turning grey beneath the green cap she was wearing. The woman wore the Camp merchandise, with her name on the back of her t-shirt... Mrs Melanie.
"Sorry for the wait, the buses were taking longer to arrive than usual." The woman sat down opposite the silent girl. The Camp Director spoke, "Well, it's nice to meet you. You can call me Melanie, I'm the Head Director here. You must be Jennifer—"
"It's Jenna." The girl corrected quickly, "Jenna Davies."
"Okay, Jenna." Melanie nodded understandingly, "You're in Cabin 3 with a few other girls, they should be unpacking now, okay? Your belongings have already been delivered there."
"Cool- Thanks." Jenna nodded, sitting up in attempt to leave the room.
"Before you go..." Melanie spoke quickly, though hesitated as if she was thinking on how to say the next part of her sentence. She lowered her voice slightly, "I'm aware that you're in a group home, so if you have any issues I'll be more than happy to ring your carers or guardians. We also have a councillor, across the hallway, if you would rather that."
Jenna hated being sympathised for not having available parents- her guardians had probably told Melanie everything about her life. However, it was rather necessary; ever since Jenna could remember she had always had problems with her anger- the Doctors called it IED, Intermittent Explosive Disorder, which made her feel like a ticking time bomb.
Jenna blamed her parents for not being normal, like always. That was always the easiest option.
"Thanks." Jenna smiled slightly, before leaving the office and attempting to find her own Cabin.
