What better way is there to spend your summer vacation then to go to a summer camp? After the passing of both his Aunt and Uncle, ownership of the campsite premise is passed down to their nephew, Dream. After Dream decides to open it back up again t...
There's a sigh of relief as he breathes out, stepping sluggishly inside as the door behind him shuts. His temporary peace and tranquility however, is unfortunately interrupted by his mother.
"Technoblade! Over here please!"
"Mom!" he groans, throwing his backpack onto the sofa, already knowing what she'll say. "Today was the last day of school for the year. I need a break! Can't you farm the potatoes instead for once?"
"No, no," comes his mother's response from the kitchen. "It's not chores this time. I have something to show you!"
My interest is peaked.
He walks swiftly over to the kitchen where his mom is; she's sitting at the dining table with some sort of flyer in her hands. She looks over at him, ushering for her son to take a seat beside her. His eyebrow raises as a sign of curiosity.
"What're you holding?" he asks, taking a seat.
"I found one of these hand-outs at the cafe this morning," she smiles, waving the flyer in front of his face. "I really think you should go."
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"You want me to go to some nerdy summer camp up in the mountains?" he questions, cringing at himself as he speaks. If there's one thing more geeky than spending all day playing video games, it's going to a 'summer camp'. Seriously, summer camps are never good in the movies. They all suck.
His mother nods excitedly, glossing over his obvious distaste.
"It looks like it will be a lot of fun, Techno. You've never been to a camp before, right? Wouldn't this be such an exciting new experience?!"
He shoots her another dreary glare, silencing his mother's enthusiasm.
"Aw, c'mon. Please Techno," she frowns in disappointment, placing her hand on his. "You always spend your summer holidays in your room by yourself playing video games like that Roblox or whatever."
"It's Minecraft, not robl—."
"Oh whatever, you know what I mean. I just want you to actually have a social life. You can't be like this forever."
"But mom," Techno urges, retracting his hand back. "I don't want to socialise. Believe it or not, I actually enjoy playing video games all day. Killing 12 year old orphans are x10 more fun than roasting carbohydrate-filled gelatine over a fire on a stick."
She picks up on his irony, and sighs. "Look, I know it seems boring to you but.. Well... I just want you to hang out with other kids for once."
He responds with an impactful silence. 'Hang out with other kids for once' — Who does she think he is? Some antisocial freak?
... Well actually, that's not wrong.
An awkward silence hangs in the air for a little, before it eventually shatters once again by his mother.
"I'm going to start making dinner now," she remarks, standing up as she hands the paper to him. "Just... Consider it, at least, will you?"
Before he has time to answer, she makes her way to the kitchen cupboard to prepare for dinner. Techno looks down at the flyer in hand, sighing. He stands up and makes his way upstairs to his bedroom, before crumpling and throwing the flyer sheet into his small, metal trashcan.
* * * *
For dinner he had baked potatoes with calamari rings on the side. To be fair, he isn't really a fan of squid. But he loves potatoes — in fact, he actually is the one who proposed the idea of growing a small potato farm in their backyard. Farming potatoes— it's the second thing he takes his most pride in, with the first being him hitting a 1000 Bedwars Win Streak on Minecraft.
Though his mother on the other hand isn't as prideful of that as he is.
Walking into his bedroom, he closes the door as he jumps onto his bed. It's only 8:30pm, yet he's exhausted. To his relief, at least it's summer vacation now.
Summer vacation.
He looks over to the bin on the other side of his room where the flyer is in. Contemplation gears in his mind for a few long seconds. Hesitating, he crawls over to the bin, and grabs the flyer. Quickly, he throws himself back onto his bed, carefully un-crumpling the flyer to re-read it.
"www.dreamsummercamp.com." he reads aloud, whilst opening his laptop beside him. He types up the link on google, and opens to it's website.
On the website's home page is information about the camp. Odd — It's near his area, and he's never heard nor seen of it before. Is it new?
But it doesn't look new to him — in fact, it looks old. Run down. Like it's been there for a hundred years. But hey, whose he to judge? Maybe it's not as bad as it looks.
