Callum Jones's Story

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In all honesty, Lucas was at least 99% sure he wasn't going to survive an entire summer with out internet connection. This camp was going to be the death of him, he thought to himself as he hugged his mother tightly in his arms. He knew that the second he let go of her he would have to climb on board the bus for the worst summer of his life, so he tried to hang on to her for as long as he could.

"Do I really have to go?" he questioned, giving her his famous puppy dog eyes as he pouted out his bottom lip. "If you let me stay home, I promise to do all the chores you want me to do all summer long. I'll be your own personal slave," he tried to bargain but he could tell by the look on his mother's face that none of his usual tricks were working on her. She had her mind set, and just like Lucas, whenever she had her mind set on something, she would get her way. Sighing dramatically, he gave his mom one last hug before pulling away and walking towards the bus, glancing over his shoulder and waving goodbye before climbing up the steps two at a time.

As soon as he set foot on the bus, he knew he was in for the worst summer of his life. His oceanic orbs gazed over several cheerleaders, a handful of kids with their noses stuck in books, and a couple of super energetic kids who looked like they were on their way to Disney World by how excited they seemed. Shaking his head at the kids in front of him, he pushed his way to the back of the bus, tugging up on the straps of his black backpack as they began to slip down his shoulders from the heavy weight of it. Just as he was about to take the empty seat in the very back, his eyes landed on a familiar face, his friend Callum. Although the two boys weren't as close as everyone seemed to think they were, the other male was the closest thing he had to a friend on the bus and he knew if he didn't want his summer to be a total disaster he had to at least try to talk to him.

Swallowing thickly, he shoved down the anxiety rising in his chest, as his blue orbs gazed over the boy sitting in the opposite back seat with a book in hand. "Hey-" he started to say, voice cracking awkwardly, and gaze dropping to the dirty floor of the bus as his nerves picked up, his heart racing in his chest, "Do you mind if I sit here?" he questioned, shaky hands pointing towards the seat next to the boy who had already stolen the window seat. Oh god, he thought, as their eyes met, Callum thought he was a complete freak already. There was no way in hell he was going to let a loser like Lucas sit next to him let alone follow him around all summer like a lost little puppy.

(OOC Disclaimer: This is my first post, so it's going to be super plain and poorly formatted. As I feel out this website and see how things work, I'll do my best to polish the presentation and make things look more visually appealing.)

Jacques Lazier


Due to a most unfortunate conflict of time, Jacques hadn't been home to catch the bus to camp. When you were a senior, and a dominant threat on the football field, you spent your summers visiting all of the colleges that you might want to go to. Unfortunately, the school had determined that he had to fulfill his high school obligations before he could focus on the next chapter. The principal had made things simple, go to camp, or don't play football next season. No football meant no scholarships. No scholarship meant no getting out of this hell town. In exchange for agreeing to willingly coming to camp, the principal had agreed to let his parents drop him off at Madison Lake when he was done with his visit to (insert nearby division 1 college here).

He actually somehow managed to beat the bus full of the students to the camp, though only for about thirty minutes or so. He had originally felt the same amount of disdain for this idea as the other students, but he was slowly but surely starting to come around on the idea. He wasn't concerned with lost internet, or lost shopping, or the setting, but he was concerned with the loss of his entire summer to one of the schools dreamed up schemes to try and bring students together. What the school was really going to do was get students killed.

They were going to lock Jacques away with all of these kids, and they thought it was a good idea. They were taking cheerleaders, who were probably scared of their front yards, and sending them on a 12 week nature based camping trip, thinking it was a good idea. They were sending poor people like Micah into a cabin with him, secluded away from everyone else, thinking that was a good idea. They had picked a setting that couldn't have possibly been anymore out in the middle of nowhere, many miles away from anything that could conceivably be considered civilization, thinking that was a good idea. Clearly they weren't thinking things through, probably chasing a bigger budget from the state if they agreed to sell their students for this social experiment. It's okay, they'd not do it again.

He had perched himself against one of the office buildings about 20 yards away from the roads, and watched as each of the students started to step off of the bus. As each of the kids stepped off the bus, he formulated ideas and methods of... "entertainment" for each of them. The weaker, softer boys like Martin were just going to be pummeled on, easy enough. The group of girls that had probably never seen an insect before, Stevie, Ruby, Jade, Bonhii would be introduced to nature. He would probably be more of a playful bully with them as opposed to a sinister one. Simply put, they were pretty, and he couldn't have everyone against him. The alternative kids like Callum and Lucas he hadn't exactly determined how to come at yet, he only knew that he would be.

And then there was Micah, his roommate, who could have quite possibly been the luckiest person in this entire camp. Although Jacques would have loved to have been bunked up with another jock, he wasn't, and he had to make due with what was placed in front of him. Even bullies had their code, and as much as he would have loved to make Micah's live 12 solid weeks of hell, some people were simply exempt from torture, and brethren were among them. That included bunk mates. He would simply have to figure out how to play nice with Micah. Or at least that was his original intent. Meh, most New Year's resolutions didn't pan out in the long run, did they? Regardless of intent.

His arms were crossed in front of his chest, his shoulder perched against the side of the building as the last of the kids piled out. "Oh, this is going to be a blast."

As Martin stood pressing his back against the cabin wall and observing everyone, he then heard his full name being called in close proximity as he stood in the cabin absorbing the new campsite. He slowly walked out of the door of the cabin and saw a staff member looking for him with a yellow sticky note in his hand. "Here I am." He said. "Hi, Martin? Here you go." Martin took the sticky note and read it as the guy walked away. Martin "Rooming in Cabin 3 with Callum Jones and Lucas Beckett" was written in black ink on the paper. Martin picked up his belongings and made his way over to Cabin #3 where two guys stood and packed away their belongings.

"Hey." Martin said quietly to the two guys. Both of them were skinny and had straightened black hair. They appeared emo but Martin didn't want to make any premature judgments. Although Martin was in a different clique, he could definitely click with these guys and immediately felt at ease in their presence. At least he wasn't rooming with any of his bullies. Martin and the two boys made small-talk, introducing themselves lightly.

The three guys walked over to the main lodge for lunch as the intercom announced the time for all of the students to gather.
Could these be the guys who Martin could confide in while at camp?