Max X Reader (Camp Camp)

One <> Klondike

"Damn it, Jimmy, give me back my fucking jacket or I will literally shove a nail up y-"

"Y/N!!" I was so very rudely interrupted by Meemaw. Meemaw is what we call the caretaker here, she is a cruel mistress with a beautiful pointed face that's covered in wrinkles and complemented by saggy boobs and a perky butt.

Yeahhh, anyway, my name is Y/N. I've lived here at Klondike Orphanage since I was six. I'm surrounded by shits who insist on constantly annoying each other, even though we are constantly punished by Meemaw.

Meemaw's actual name is something that starts with a K, but ever since I got here and started the trend of calling her Meemaw, I haven't really bothered to learn it. She's cruel and I refuse to ever call her by the correct name. Sometimes when she chooses to be a little kind, I'll call her a random name that starts with K so she knows I at least know that much. It's very heartwarming, I gotta say.

The orphanage is a very dangerous place. All the kids here are very competitive, and everything qualifies as a battle. We steal, bite, scratch, and punch our way to the top of the ranks and even then there's always another brat trying to undermine you.

I should probably say, zero children have been adopted from Klondike for the past 3 years. We haven't been doing great with money and the overall look of the orphanage kind of drives possible families away. It's quite a struggle.

"Language, Y/N. It's impolite and terribly unladylike to swear," Meemaw finished.

"Meemaw, Meemaw, Meemaw." I started. Her eye twitched, but she held eye contact with me. "It's 2018, telling me to act ladylike is some serious gender stereotyping. It's offensive, really."

Meemaw sighed, and then walked toward the kitchen. I ran the opposite direction, resuming my chase of Jimmy.

Later that day, when all 23 dirty children had gathered together and been somewhat soothed by food, Meemaw made her way to the middle of the cafeteria. She cleared her throat loudly, and a few of the children settled down in order to hear what she had to say.

Plotting my newest act of rebellion, I immediately let out a loud laugh, and resumed a conversation persistently with my table mates. Getting the idea, they went along and started discussion once again. Not long, the rest of the children followed, and I glanced up to see Meemaw's face laughingly scrunched up and glaring directly at me.

She cleared her throat once more, louder this time. To my luck another kid (probably Jimmy) followed my lead and kept blabbering on. I could hear a deep growl coming from Meemaw and giggled to myself.

"Y/N! I certainly hope you think this is funny," Meemaw fumed. This time, all the children quieted down, including myself.

"Children, I've got bad news, and news that's likely bad to you but is certainly music to my ears," she purred, "The orphanage is currently using more money then it is getting. We are bankrupt." Chattering began once again between the students. I merely held a concerned expression, and Meemaw met my gaze with a look of contempt.

"However, to compensate, we are going to get rid of one of you," she lulled.

"You're gonna KILL one of us?!" Jimmy cried. I couldn't help myself but roll my eyes, and Meemaw very noticeably face-palmed.

"Jimmy, for heaven's sake, no! I'm going to be sending one of you off to a summer camp. It's a no expense trip where the orphanage won't have to pay for them anymore. And surprise, it's Y/N!" She cheered. She did a gentle dance and swayed her way to her own room, leaving me with slight dread and the rest of Klondike with some confusion.

Once dinner was over, I returned to my room quickly. Some of the other kids actually came to apologize for my banishment, but I brushed them off and told them not to worry, seeing as I'd return before the summer was over. I packed the only bag I owned with basically all my belongings, and a couple friends lent me some of their things to take on my trip. Jimmy threatened to murder me with his knife if I lost the knife he was lending me, which I didn't bother to question.

By curfew, I had packed all my clothes, essentials, Jimmy's knife, a cute water bottle, a notepad and pencil, and a beautiful dress that some of the boys found in Meemaw's room that somehow fit me. Why would I need a dress at an outdoor summer camp? The explanation eluded me but the boys were persistent enough to convince me that it was in my best interest to bring it. Once that was finished, I shoved the bag under my bed and crawled under my sheets. Before I knew it, I was out like a light.

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Wowzers that's my first story! Theres not a lot I know about writing but why not throw in my own input. That's what's great about the internet right?

830 words, the next ones will be lotsss longer but I wanted this one to include only the orphanage sooo rip

I love criticism and ideas so comment away suckersss

-leo