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By now, Martin's headache became worse as he stressfully obsessed over the potential events to come. Mouth brittle, throat dry and stomach grumbling from lack of food to that he ignored entirely. He picked his head up from the window and adjusted his glasses, biting his lip and peered over the seats to get an idea of who was there. He already noticed some of the cliques already beginning to form amidst he students up front with the geeky kids, skaters and preps, and in the back with the emo kids and a few preps. Still no stupid football players that made his life a living hell. 'Maybe they're on another bus or something?' He considered.
'Almost everyone looks so pissed.' He noticed a few girls giggling and smiling in the back of the bus, one of them blond and really beautiful. He stared at them from behind the bus seat. They were cheerleaders. He wondered what was going on but he kind of knew it probably wasn't going to be good. 'Well, maybe it's not going to be as bad?' he shifted thoughts as stopped himself from the flooding thoughts of distrust that infiltrated his mind. He sunk down in his seat as his 2 bags accompanied him and thought the entire way about how long his summer would be.

The scenery from the travel changed quickly as the bus made an exit on the freeway and pulled into a long winding forest path with acres upon acres of trees. His eyes opened wide, taking in the scenery that is about to be his newfound prison. The driver pulled up to the cabins that overlooked a lake that danced with sparkles from the sunlight shining through the tall coniferous trees. A dozen pointy trees circled one side of the lake where wood chips and pine cones rested on the reddish dirt ground beside them. A few chipmunks scurried playfully up the trees, stumps and around the wood chips. At least they were at home.

Martin watched the other buses pull in slowly after them as his bus driver stopped and spoke on the radio to someone. The sound of the kids chattering lightly in the back and the scenery reminded him of the time he'd went to camp once when he was 11. He liked nature and loved the woods but just not with the bullies, crowds, forced activity and fake smiles from the camp staff. 'I hope to be able to make some friends while I'm here,' He thought. The bus driver got out of the bus and went to the back of the vehicle and unlocked the trunk where everyone's larger suitcases were kept during the 2 hour ride.

The heat inside of the bus among all of the people and lack of circulation in the air was beginning to grow annoying for him in which he opened his backpack and unbuttoned his polo and stuffed it in his backpack while moving his hair off and away his forehead with the dampness that gathered on his forehead from sitting next to sunlight that lightly beamed through the windows.

The bus driver came around to the door of bus and mumbled something to which the students in the front rows began to rise from their seats and talk amongst themselves while gathering their belongings. Martin stood up from his seat and picked up his bags and stood next to his chair, observing everyone on the bus. He noticed quite a few people from his freshman year classes and even less from last year. He also noticed a few new students that were a bit short in stature, resembling his, that were probably freshmen themselves.
The students began to pile out of the humid bus with their bags. He pulled out into the aisle readily, being conscious of his fat backpack that made him look like a giant turtle. The kid behind him had on a grey beanie with sunglasses hanging from his shirt and looked like he was probably a senior. 'Man, he seems so awesome,' he thought to himself. He particularly liked the Sonic the Hedgehog keychain hanging from his belt loop. He wanted to say something but the guy seemed pretty sad as he stared at Stevie, another girl who was in his Homeroom last year and was extremely popular and beautiful but didn't know much about.

As he followed the students off the bus making his way down the aisle, he got off and walked around as the leaves crunched beneath his feet, looking over at the cabins, the lake, and the cabin again. "This doesn't seem so bad..." he said quietly to himself. Another student bumped into his backpack that stuck from behind him and groaned. He was an emo kid that was wearing a black hoodie and had straight hair. All of the kids looked so much more fashionable and up-to-date in style than he did to his own insecurity. But he didn't care about clothes. He held onto the hope to talk to the blond guy with the grey beanie with the cool bracelets and gamer key-chains.

"Dude there's a lake!" one student yelled in the distance behind him and others giggling and yelled. Other students stood around talking to one another and absorbing the new scenery. He then noticed a car pull up around the front of the bunks to which he watched intently. "Dammit." He muttered to himself. There was Jacques, the football player that used to pick on everyone, including Martin. The guy had intense anger issues that no one really understood. Martin's stomach began to swirl from the heavy emotions and a lump developed in his throat. He stared in his direction as he got out of the car and gathered his baggage from the car. Martin walked next to a large pine that was planted near the camp lot to attempt to blend in with the shadows of the trees, standing behind small crowd of 4 students to avoid being seen. He felt like a sheep in a lion's den. 'God, I hope he won't be bunking with me.' He started to feel sick. Martin scanned the area for staff members to ask questions about his bunking arrangements.

A heavyset brunette woman who was probably in her early 40's stood in front of a wooden lodge wearing a camp logo T-shirt with the school colors along with brown cargo shorts waved and welcomed the students, hugging and holding prolonged conversations with those whom she already knew was heard talking with a light country accent accompanied with a very loud and strong voice that could be clearly heard a mile away.

Martin walked over to the boys' bunk and noticed a set of guys in there to which he observed. They were a bit rowdy and talked to one another as they unpacked. He grew tired of carrying his heavy bags to which he sat them down on top of each-other in a corner of one of the entrances and hid slightly behind a wooden table so nobody would mess with them until he found his bunk. He stood with his back against the cabin wall inside the bunk and watched the activity outside 100 yards beyond the camp ground, waiting until lunch and noticing the muscular tall jocks pull in as a group and began making their way over to the bunks loudly. He noticed the guy with the grey hoodie pulling out his belongings in a bunk next to Jacques' bags in front of his bunk to Martin's extreme relief that he wasn't going to spend the entire summer with the jock. 'Man, I feel so bad for him,' feeling sorrow for the guy. At least he could somewhat relax now that he wasn't rooming with his primary bully.

Behind the remaining buses advanced a group of girls walking toward the main lodge wearing mostly Aeropostle and AEclothing, heavy makeup, large earrings, with an array of straightened, curled and high ponytails holding purses with a few Louis Vuitton bags; none were dressed for a camp setting. Although it was funny to imagine how bad they would adjust to the camp setting, Martin stood awestruck by their beauty.'Why do I have to spend my summer trying to be friends with these guys? They're not going to accept me. It's completely against principles of sociology,' he thought deeply as he watched the students speak to one another outside, some were happy and cheerful, while others sharing the same expression of unsettlement and apprehension plastered on their faces.