forest // joshler

three

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(oh my god !!! im SO sorry for being inactive for months,, my phone got taken away lmao. so i have it back for right now so that my mom can see if i really deserve it back, ya kno ?? so uh i took this as an advantage to update !! enjoy,, kinda sucks)

"okay! hello and welcome to camp highland! my name is kat. so first we have to line you all up––by cabin of course." kat, a leader or something, shouted.

we were forced to oblige and then we slowly went in the mess hall line by line.

but then suddenly this tall man, around his mid 20's with mocha eyes comes up behind me and ryan and taps my shoulder.

"what do yo––" i cut myself off on how beautiful this man was.

"i just need your hands," he said in a british accent.

"i-uh, o-okay." i stuttered. he was really beautiful.

he made a pop noise as he squirted some hand sanitizer on my hands.

he did the same to ryan, who had the same reaction as me.

"what the actual fuck, ty." ryan breathed.

"i know, ryan, he's stunning." i giggled. wow i'm giggling a lot, i need to stop.

i looked towards the door, checking how many more people are left until we get into the hall, but then i see a boy with green dyed hair.

'nice hair,' i thought.

but then he disappears inside the hall.

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i still don't get it; why can't we choose our own tables?

because of their cruddy ass system, i wasn't able to sit next to ryan. he got put at a table with all the spoiled kids where i could barely see him.

fucking bullshit!

well, not completely. patrick got the same table as me, patrick was a sweetheart.

"patrick! i'm so glad i know at least one person at this table." i sighed.

"ty guy!" he exclaimed, while i cringed at the nickname.

"don't call me that, you rat." i chuckled.

he blushed and looked down. another kid i recognized popped up at table seven.

"pete!" patrick and i exclaimed at the same time.

"hey," he chuckled.

before we could say anything else a small girl, probably owns the camp, stood up and said, "welcome to lunch! today we have the option of pasta as our main meal! on the side we have fruit, obviously, salad, and different kinds of salad dressings," she continues. "so, the way things work around here is someone in the staff asks you a question. the table that gets the right answer gets to go! seem simple?"

everyone nodded but it seemed kind of weird to me.

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apparently the kids at the spoiled school were actually pretty fucking smart because we were the first table to go.

as i walked up to the buffet-ish thing, i could feel someone eyeing me so i scanned the mess hall and saw a certain green haired boy staring right back at me.

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okay so how the 'cruddy ass system'  works is a staff member stands in front of the entrance and gives you a stick with a number on it and that number is the table you're suppose to go to and each person gets a different stick, so if you're standing right next to someone you want to be at your table, it's not gonna work out.