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CHAPTER 1 - DREAM SUMMER CAMP

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CHAPTER 1: DREAM SUMMER CAMP
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After about half an hour of walking, he finally reaches the towering, black gates of what he can only assume is the Dream Summer Camp. The camp's pretty isolated, as it's out in the vast valleys and mountains.
At the bottom of the camp on ground level is the entrance, fenced out by large, fancy yet medieval-looking set of gates. The actual camp is somewhere far up high at the mountains — thank God cable cars exist.

He notices that there is already a group of kids waiting there at the gates, too — about 11 of them in total?

The kids notice him approaching, and they all start whispering and talking amongst themselves.

"You're a slow walker!" one of them yells out at George. It's a blonde, fairly tall boy.

"Shut up dude," says another boy with a white, tie back headband. "You were the second last person here!"

"Second last?" George repeats, stopping as he reaches the group. "Does that make me the last person here?"

Head-tie kid bites his lip. "Uh, kinda. But it's all g—"

"You're british!" the blonde boy exclaims, pointing accusingly at George. "No wonder why you took so long. Fucking british..."

A brown hair smaller boy with a green polo looks at blonde. "Uh... Aren't you british too?"

"Was I talking to you?"

"Can someone tell the british boys to shut the fuck up please? I'm trying to do my taxes."

A booming voice coming from another boy interrupts their conversation; he's sitting on a rock, holding a bunch of papers in his hand. His most noticeable feature are his ram horns curling around his ears.

"Sorry." Blonde quickly apologises, sparking another conversation amongst the group. But he doesn't pay attention, as his focus pulls back to the head-tie boy who defended him.

"This isn't really how I imagined the first impression of this Camp would be." George lets out an anxious chuckle to the boy, trying to see if he can start a conversation with him.

"You and me both," he replies, giving him a small grin. He looks back at angry blonde kid, whose yelling something at green-polo guy. "Inniter sure does know how to make a name for himself, huh?"

"Is 'Inniter' his name?" George queries.

"Oh, right, you weren't here when it happened," Head tie remembers. "Well, I think his name is 'Tommy' or something, but we gave him the nickname 'Inniter' because the first thing he did was make fun of my backpack."

He turns around, showing George his bag. It's black, and in big, orange flaming letters, it says 'IGNITER'.

"Then he misread my bag as 'inniter' and we started making fun of him back."

George laughs a little at this, pointing at the bag. "Well, the G does kinda look like an N."

"Seriously?"

A cackle over what sounds like speakers interjects them, drawing the attention of everybody towards the direction of the sound.

"Attention!" calls a voice over the speakers attached to the top of the gates. "Everyone's there, right? All 11 people?"

Everyone nods.

"I can't actually hear you guys so that was rhetorical, but I can see you guys nodding on the security cameras so I'll take that as a yes. Anyways, welcome! I'm Dream, the owner of this camp! We're kinda running behind schedule so I'll make the rest of the introduction once you guys get up here. I'll open the gates in a sec — Once I do, there's 6 cable cars that can carry about 2 people each. There was actually meant to be 12 people but one of them haven't shown up yet... So one cable car can just hold an extra person. Shouldn't be too hard to use 'em, just hop into the car, and press the button which should be inside your cable car. That's all for now, see you later!"