*Wolf's P.O.V*
I was sitting in the camp's office waiting on the concelor. "Are you Wolf Haley?" a deeped voice asked, I turned around. "Yeah." I said. "Welcome to Flog Gnaw, I'm Dr. TC." He said, shaking my hand. I rolled my eyes. "Hi." "Okay, I'll take you to meet one of the longest member of Flog Gnaw." He said , I stood up. "Alright." "Nice shirt." he stated. I looked at him, the respond with a thank you.
" I know, fuck you I hate you so fucking much ...I know you think I'm crazy cause I think you're a fucking fag... Hahahahaha" This dude sung. "Its sounding good Sam." Dr. TC said. "Thanks." dude respond, turning from the piano. "Sam, this is Wolf, the new camper here." Dr. TC introduced us. "Sup dude." Sam said. "Sup." I said. "Okaya, Wolf that's Sam. He will be showing you around...I have to finish these field trip slips." he said. I nodded. "So.. uh, do you like Jazz?" I asked. Sam smacked his lips. "Look prairie dog whatever the fuck your name is... We don't fuck with you, alright? You stay the fuck out of our way and we'll stay out of yours. You got that you punk bitch?" he stated. I looked at him, then walked out. My first day here and Ole dude don't like me... what I do?
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