Turner's Camp For Troubled Teens

Chapter 1: An Excuse To Touch You

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Hey there, guys! It's me, Kai. Yeah, this story is finally being published! First, I have some things to talk about, though.

1: This is an LGBT+ story. It includes lesbian sex scenes, as well as a lot of homophobic slurs one of the characters uses to define herself. 

2: Turner's Camp For Troubled Teens was originally a Fem Billy Hargrove / Steve Harrington fanfiction I've posted on Archive Of Our Own. I have converted this story from a fanfiction to an original story, but there might be mistakes. If there are, I'm very sorry! Please comment and point out the mistakes and I'll get to editing it as soon as possible!

3: This book is supposed to be updated once a week. In my folders, it's finished, but I feel as if posting it all at once is a bad idea. Anyway, even though I've set myself a posting schedule, there is a number of reasons why I might not post. I have really bad internet at this house, I need to focus on my school work, etc. Please bear with me? 

4: Please don't self promote or leave hate comments. I'm... Sensitive...

5: Enjoy yourself! This story might have a dark undertone, and includes mental health issues (as most of my books do) but I've tried my hardest to include happy moments. If you find yourself getting triggered, then please exit this book and drink some water. I don't want any of you to get too sad when reading this.

6: Remember that I love you!

So, without further ado, I introduce to you... Turner's Camp For Troubled Teens!

Roxy

Roxy always had exactly one cigarette behind the barn before she went out to say hello to the new kids. She smoked it until the filter burnt at her lips, then blew out a last plume of grey smoke and ground it under her foot, despite the fact it was dying anyway. Her hair still smelled of cigarettes, and the perfume she usually had in her pocket was left back in her cabin. She was rattled, and still shaky. The events of the year before were still fresh in her mind. Maybe it wasn't good for her to be back at camp. Or maybe it was.

She walked around the barn and snuck into the group of people, instantly blending in with her yellow shirt. It said Turner's Camp For Troubled Teens in green writing across the front, covered by the denim straps of her overalls. In front of her, her boss stood. Wesley Turner, a friend of Roxy's father's and the founder of Turner's Camp For Troubled Teens, or the TCFTT for short. He was wearing a large grin on his face, his hands on his hips as he, and the rest of his employees, watched the yellow bus approaching in the distance.

Roxy had been working at TCFTT as an employee for four years now. She had punched her father in the face when she was twelve, and had been sent in as one of the troubled youths, attempting to reform their views on life. But she had fallen in love with the place, with the fresh smelling air and tweeting birds, with the singing by the campfire and the ghost stories whispered in the dark. Most of all, she had fallen in love with the horses. Adored all time she spent by their side. The moment she had turned fifteen, old enough for a job, she had been hired at TCFTT as a camp counsellor. She worked with the horses, showed the campers how to look after the gentle giants properly, and spent so much time with them she knew them better than anyone.

New year, new campers, Roxy thought, eyeing the bus as it came to a squeaky stop in front of them. Please let this year be easy. Please don't let it be like last year.

A few familiar faces hopped off the bus first. Roxy sighed, then shot a cheerful grin at Evan Sawvier and Sadie Citers, the power couple who had been sent in last year and clearly hadn't changed their ways. They already had a pool, which was what the counsellors called the groups that the campers were sorted into. These pools were sorted into three different groups – Sardines, Salmons, and Codfish. Roxy herself had been a Salmon, back when she was a camper.