Raptor Boy

The docks

Tyler's POV

The sun hung high over Isla Nublar, casting dappled shadows through the dense foliage of the island's jungle. I walked with a sense of reluctance and frustration, My combat boots crunching on the gravel path leading to the camp's main area. My mind was still reeling from the conversation with Owen, who had convinced hi to join Camp Cretaceous despite his protests.

My thoughts were interrupted as I reached the docks, where a group of teens was already gathered. My gaze swept over them, noting the variety of faces and personalities. I felt a pang of anxiety but pushed it down, steeling myself for what lay ahead.

There was this very thin girl, she was on the shorter side and had bright pink hair, a jacket to match and ripped blue jeans. She had her phone out busy filming every thing.

There was this girl that seemed to be closer to my age. She had a very stern look on her face that screamed 'Don't talk to me!'. She had an athletic build and was wearing gray and purple workout clothes. Her brunette hair was secured in a ponytail,

The next girl over seemed a bit younger than the other girl and had a thick Texan accent. She had dark hair in a bob and was wearing cowboy boots, jeans and a leather jacket with a floral blouse underneath. I grimaced at how hot it must be under all that leather, I guess there's always someone that had it worse. Cowgirl was one of those overly excited extroverts.

My eyes fell upon a girl who stood out from the other girls with her distinctive attire. She wore a brown cowgirl hat that shaded her face from the bright sunlight, giving her an air of mystery. Her red flannel shirt, with a white shirt peeking out from underneath, gave off a casual yet stylish vibe, while her blue ripped skinny jeans and brown boots added a touch of ruggedness to her ensemble.

I couldn't help but feel a pang of curiosity as I observed her. There was something about her that drew me in—a sense of confidence and individuality that set her apart from the rest of the group.

The youngest boy had those googly eyes, looking around very excitedly. He had short black hair and was wearing simple jeans and white t-shirt with a yellow hoodie on top. He had this really cool tooth necklace, it looked something like a croc's teeth, but I was no expert. 

The other boy seemed just a bit younger than me and was of mid-height, but you wouldn't be able to tell it by how hunch over he was. He was propped on the edge of the pier, emptying the contents of his stomach. He mostly kept to himself and seemed very skittish; he was wearing cargo shorts and a blue polo, with a pouch hanging around his waist.

I hesitated for a moment, taking a few steps closer to the group of campers. The girl in the cowgirl hat was already engaged in conversation with someone else, her attention fully absorbed. I stood a few feet away, feeling slightly out of place amidst their camaraderie.

The other campers chatted animatedly, exchanging introductions and sharing stories of their excitement for the adventures to come. I watched them from a distance, a sense of detachment gnawing at me. It wasn't that I didn't want to be a part of their group, but rather, I wasn't sure if I belonged.

As the conversation continued, I shifted uncomfortably on my feet, unsure of what to do next. Should I try to join in, or would that seem too forward? I glanced at the girl in the cowgirl hat, noticing the way she laughed freely and gestured animatedly as she spoke. There was something captivating about her presence, something that drew me in despite my reservations.

I noticed a tall man walking fast toward us. He had a friendly smile plastered on his face and he must've been a park employee, because he was wearing beige shorts and a red t-shirt with the Jurassic World logo in yellow.