Camp Cretaceous: The Archer {1}

Episode 1: Camp Cretaceous

Episode 1: Camp Cretaceous 

Westchester High School

1 month before The Camp opens.

3rd person POV

Owen Grady was walking through the hallways of his nephew's high school. Once again, he had gotten another call from the principal about him getting in another fight. Owen couldn't help but feel confused on how to handle this kid. He reached the door to the office and peaked through spotting his nephew sitting in front of the principal's desk. He sighed then opened the door. He looked down at his nephew who wouldn't meet his eyes. He took a seat in front of the principal. The principal sighed.

"Good afternoon Mr. Grady. I won't waste any more time than I already have. As I said on the phone call, your nephew got into a fight." The principal started.

"I heard." Owen grumbled.

He looked at his nephew who still wouldn't meet his eyes.

Wanna tell me what happened, Patrick?" He asked but got no answers

Owen sighed and turned to the principal.

"what's the damage?" He asked concerned.

The principal looked at Patrick "Well, we believe Patrick should seek out some professional help. I understand what happened last year was extremely tough on him, but he can't take his anger out in his school and on his social life." 

Owen looked down.

"I believe I can do that."

Owen's home

Patrick threw his backpack on the couch, and just walked over to the kitchen table and sat down.

"Do I have to go see more doctors again?" he asked, worried.

Owen thought for a second.

"No. I have another idea. Since I'm going to be gone for a while on Nublar, I figured I may as well take you somewhere that you may enjoy." He explained.

Patrick's eyes lit up for the first time in a year.

"Where?" He asked.

"Well, the Park is starting a camp where you'll get behind the scenes look at the park." Owen explained "How's that sound buddy?"

He smiled down at his nephew who was thinking about the offer. He sighed after a while.

"Fine. As long as I don't have to talk to another therapist." He stated.

Owen smiled.

"Pack your things. The camp starts in a few weeks." He explained.

Patrick walked up to his room and closed the door.

Isla Nublar

Patrick POV

As I exited the ferry, I couldn't help but admire the beauty of the water. It was pure blue, and I couldn't help but smile internally. I looked over towards Dave, one of the Camp Counsellor I had met awhile back. He was standing in front of five kids who I assumed were the other campers. I began scanning the five to see if I could read them. 

The one in the middle was a boy who looked around 11 to 12 years old. He was wearing a yellow coat, and his feet were doing some little excited dance leading me to guess he was the most excited to be here.

There was a girl next to the kid in yellow in a black leather jacket who I could also tell was excited to be here just not as excited as the kid in yellow.