Smokey's Revenge

The Beginning.

  The forest was quiet, unusually so for such a warm summer evening. Though, maybe the heat and sub-sequential mugginess hanging about the air was the reason why the animals and insects were so silent; they were asleep, having given in to the lazy pull of the sun's inviting warmth.
  All but a few, that is. A group of campers, presumably friends, were gathered around a campfire. They sang songs of love and of happiness, danced to their own music, and told stories- stories of adventure and of danger; the kind of life each of them longed for deep down to their uttermost being. This merriment continued for some time late into the night. Eventually, they tired of their fun and resolved to sleep, or at least attempt to in the humid weather.
  A red headed boy, only about seventeen, stood up and offered to put out the fire and take care of their trash and food roasting instruments. The boy had deep auburn hair, with flecks of lighter reds and yellows running evenly throughout it. His creamy pale skin was adorned with freckles aplenty, and his blue-grey eyes shown with an inextinguishable curiosity about life and its wonders. His glasses, the only things that allowed him to see properly, were oval in shape and had a deep green rim.
  He blinked his aforementioned blue-grey eyes, nodding as his friends shrugged and agreed. They thanked him, patted him on his back and his shoulder, and went into their respective tents around the fire. As he gathered up their plastic bottles and empty marshmallow bags, he noticed the fire was nothing but smoldering embers and ash. It had been blown out, it seemed. That, or it burned out on its own. Either way, the red-headed boy was grateful to have one less job, even though he had offered in the first place.
  Once he finished collecting their various trash items into a bag, he hoisted it over his shoulder and carried it over to one of the many green campground dumpsters. As he shut the dumpster, he turned around and gazed at their temporary little community. It was cute, really. For the most part, their tents each matched their favorite colors, with Justin's tent being a rich red hue on the left, then Jamie's being purple, Trinity's was white, Samantha and Alaina's was yellow, and Tristan and Julia's was pink. His own tent was at the very end, being on the opposite side from Justin's; his tent was green. The red-haired boy sighed happily after reflecting on the duality of their both complex and yet simple miniature community they had set up. He then unzipped his tent, went inside, and slept.