Camp Kyojin: Dawn Of The Dorks

ONE: We Will Rock Those Last Nine Miles

The inevitable embrace by your fellow weird teenagers is probably the most satisfying thing about returning to Camp Kyojin every summer – it's most definitely not the moody head councillor Shadis or his lackeys. I just love being back with people who understand the way that I am, without completely isolating me from camp conduct. We're all weirdoes here. Take the green eyed fool in the snapback and nerd glasses that I'm certain he got from Claires Accessories, sat beside me for example, he's just an angry idiot who tries to act cool but seems to fail miserably every single time, but is loved and accepted by his debatably unstable best friend Armin and his might as well be over-protective sister like person, Mikasa. To think, those two actually go to school with him; at camp, he's more popular than that, most of the animated and fun loving individuals that spend their summers at Camp Kyojin can appreciate the appeal of one Eren Yeager.

The returning campers are excitedly reminiscing about previous years and our experiences last year. Last year was a great year for practically everything- plenty of ridiculous antics, particularly the annual prank war that ensues between Eren and our friends and Levi Ackerman's cult.

I don't think they're an actual cult...if they were a cult, they wouldn't be allowed into the camp to feast upon vulnerable newbies and drag into the group. In the whole time I've been attending Camp Kyojin, I have never seen another kid join the group that consists of the five delinquents from a few towns over, led by their stoic headman, the grunge-y Levi Ackerman. Their group isn't particularly scary; they just seem to mirror one another. There are two other guys in the group- Farlan and Hange, they don't look that much alike. Hell, the last time I saw Farlan, he only had one half-done sleeve and a few piercings. Now, I've heard he's got snake bites! Hange looked weird too, he was wearing contact lenses and got his collarbones pierced. That must have been painful... Through the grapevine, I've heard that they got infected so he's not changing the studs from his current ones – whatever those may be. The two girls seem to be opposites too, the older girl, Hange's twin sister Zoey was taking advantage of her slender frame and rocking some very questionable clothes for camp. I don't think she got her hands dirty once last year. The younger is a redhead called Isabelle and I swear, she would take a bullet for Levi Ackerman. She's the youngest of the group and was initially accused of being led on by Levi to be his little toy for...well sex... but he genuinely treats her like a sibling; which makes her, technically, on the same level as his right hand man, Farlan. The same cannot be said for the twins, Hange and Zoey, who appear to be there for his entertainment.

"Sasha, want a Pringle?" Armin asks, leaning over the seats to hand the tube to Eren and me.

"What flavour?" Now out of my daze, my mind has veered to my appetite, or more accurately, my lack of sustenance. I am so hungry! Thank God for Armin and his Pringles!

"I've got sour cream and chive!" Armin grins.

"Stop showing off, Armin." Eren huffs, pushing up his hipster glasses and pulling the blond's beanie over his eyes.

"Eren!" Armin complains, flailing his arms, trying to pull his hat off his face.

"Eren, that was a bit mean." Mikasa asks, words contradicting her amused smirk.

"Yoink!" The green eyed hipster takes hold of the sour cream and chive Pringles and seizes a crisp.

"C'mon, Armin, open your mouth." Mikasa says, noticing the crisp being held by Armin's lips. The gullible blond opens his mouth as I grab my phone, very much aware that Eren won't be feeding Armin the Pringle properly. As expected, the devious brunet shoves the crisp in Armin's face length ways, crumbling against his face instead of being inserted in his mouth. I snap a photo of the prank as those around us laugh at Armin and his trust in Eren.