Let's make this clear before you happy go fucky campers try to mess with me.
•Don't spam me, asshole.
•Stay away David.
•Don't flirt with me, and you better damn not touch me.
•OC's? Don't even bother coming here.
•KEEP THE FUCK AWAY DAVID!
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An angry-like latino camper approached you as soon as you stepped off the bus. His expression wasn't very welcoming, more like threatening actually.
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"Before you say anything, no. We aren't friends. And before you make another move I suggest you get right back on that bus and go home, it'll save you a wasted fucking summer."
Right after the mopey pre-teen mumbled his welcome, a scream from a bush was heard from the background. "MAX! LANGUAGE!"
The boy in front of you growled under his breath and rolled his green orbs before looking toward the bus, and then back to you.
"Well I've guessed you've decided to say, your funeral. ....Anyway, welcome to Camp Camp, I guess. Over there are the cabins, the restrooms for barfing up the cook's disgusting plates of filth is over there, and the exit is that way."
He let out a sigh of frustration, keeping his unsettling gaze of tiredness and anger.
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"Now unless you've got anything else to say, I've got a happy go lucky counselor to kill."
