Child Like Behaviour

Concentration of Collective Kindness

"Get in the goddamn car Stevie."

"Stop forcing me and no!"

"I am sick and tired of your childish behaviour Stella Elizabeth Fuller so help me God you will never come back to this house if you keep doing this."

I look into my father's eyes before taking my feet off the door on the car. He opens the door and I get in he slams it walking angrily to the other side.

He gets in the car starting it up I look out the window at my mom and brother waving me goodbye.

We drive for what it felt like four years my dad lectureing me the whole way I just block him out.

You're probably trying to figure out why this terrible thing is happening to me well I played a small prank on my school on the last day of school me and my friend James bought tons more of buckets filling them with chocolate syrup in every entrance way someone got stuck with the sticky slime and apparently it was all fun and games until someone announced that they where allergic to chocolate who in the hell is allergic to chocolate anyway I got caught.

But this WASN'T the first time I've done something like this I've gone from putting plastic on toilet seats to fake jumping people to egging houses. But I guess this time my dad was Completely done with all my bullshit and sent me to a camp for the whole summer.

But yeah that's where I'm headed at the moment Desolation Row playing loudly in my ears I've always loved MCR yeah I was only like 2 when they were a band but I was like 8 when I figured out how good their music was and I feel like every song goes great with how I'm feeling but Desolation Row is my favourite.

I have know idea what the camp is  called or who will be there but I know it'll suck a massive cock.

2 hours later.

"Well this is it" My dad says as he stops the car in front of a huge tree that has words carved

"Welcome to C.O.C.K." with a huge chicken under it.

I snicker *cock really.*

I shake my head getting out of the car dad pops the trunk and I take my bags out walking towards the sign.

"Bye sweet heart." "Love you."

"You too." *dick.*

I walk into the camp seeing kids all over I'm already anxious I don't think you would or anyone would expect a kid like me to have anxiety but everyone's afraid of something.

When I walk in the kids stare at me making me more nervous than I am but I keep my head down and walk to a small cabin like building.

Called W.C.C

*what is with these names like really.*

I walk in to be hit in the face by a smell of lemon and muffins.

*well wadda know there are some right here.*

A blueberry muffin sits on a counter.

*don't mind if I do.*

I reach for the muffin until a pale hand clamps onto my wrist I look up at an old woman who looks like she jumped straight out of a Goosebumps book.

"I wouldn't eat thoes if I were you dear their bran made with pruns and blueberries."

"Oh sorry thanks."

She smiles sweetly before asking.

"So what brings you to camp C.O.C.K."

"Um well my dad-" I go on

*is this really the name of this camp or am I being fucked with this is absolutely stupid I'm just waiting for the Jackass cast to pop out to f nowhere.*

"Well yeah that's it."

"Wow you've must have been a bad child but no matter that's why you're here."

She hands me a key that is pink she says that I am bunk 11 where my cabin is.

I start to walk out before asking.

"What does the cock stand for."

She looks surprised by my language but then smiles *yeah just ripped right out*

"Concentration of Collective Kindness" she says.

*if you're wondering about the title there you go.*

"Oh,how clever." I say.

"Yes and quiet..."

"Cheeky." We say in unison.

I smile and walk out the door I think I'll get along with her I hope I get along with someone.