Rescue: Camp Camp Dadvid

Prologue

Max's Point of View

   Well, fuck.  Summer is basically over, which means camp is almost over.

   Camp. This was almost a waste of my time. Going to a camp, with no camp activity. Again. Meaning I had just sulked around and did nothing. Again.  Nothing.

   Except like, swimming in the lake, hiking, then all the fun--I mean weird, adventures with Nikki and Neil. Like every year. I met them when I was ten, and we're the same group.

   But...still, this place sucks ass. But, do note I said this camp was almost a waste of time. At least I wasn't home.

   Home. . . "home" . . . is an . . . experience. Uh . . . yeah. That's all.

   "Gooooooood morning, campers!" Exclaimed an all too familiar, annoying voice. David.

   David was the camp counselor. He worked here with Gwen, the other counselor, who had crippling anxiety and literally no life.

   David was always so happy. Optimistic. Except that one time when this dumb, sort of racist tradition failed. He swore for the first time . . . or at least the first I've ever heard. It made me see more in him.

   I told him what the world was really like, because I thought he was too happy and optimistic to see it. However, he knew. He did know what the world was like, and that made me think more of him. He does understand.

   He understands me.

   Maybe I could tell him about my . . . no. I can't. It won't end well. It wouldn't. My parents would . . .

   "Max?" A high voice said. I snapped out of my daze and looked at the source of the voice. Neil.

   "What?" I said, coldly. My usual tone.

   "You were dozing off for awhile, there." Neil replied. "You okay?"

   "I'm fucking fine." I growled.

   "You don't sound fi--" He started.

   "I said I'm fine. Get off my ass." I snapped. I quickly pulled on my hoodie and stormed out, Neil trailing behind me.

   I felt a little bad. I didn't wanted to yell at him. He was just asking me how I felt, like a good friend.

   I shook my head and stopped, waiting for Neil to catch up. He didn't seem to noticed that I was waiting, for he seemed in thought. Until he bumped into me. 

   "Oh! Uh . . . sorry Max." He said nervously. Probably thinking I was going to yell at him or some shit like that.

   "It's fine." I said, shrugging. "Come on, let's see if Nikki is in the Mess Hall already."

   "Probably." Neil said, rolling his eyes. "She's probably stuffing her face full of Quartermaster's uh . . . "food." He said, putting quotations up when he said food.

   I nodded in agreement and we walked to the cabin, which was surprisingly not covered in vines and moss.

   David was by the front doors, talking with Gwen.

   "Well, Gwen. Last week of camp. You think Mr. Cambell will show up?" David asked, not really sounding happy about saying that.

   Gwen shook her head, rolling her eyes. "No. He's doing community service on Spooky Island. Getting all his junk out of that "Summer Home." She said, matter of factly. "You were there, David. You're the one who gave him that order to not be here."