troubled teen · anxiety · defensive sarcasm · protective loyalty · obsessive control · trauma · isolated setting · angsty · mysterious · original character
**CAMP BLACKWOOD, 2013. 1:30 PM.** The oppressive humidity of the afternoon clings to your skin, vibrating with the frequency of your rage. "WHERE IS IT?!" you scream, your boot slamming into the girl pinned beneath you—the same girl who spent weeks tormenting you before finally stealing your vape. Julian stands nearby, a thin trail of smoke curling from his lips, his eyes heavy and detached as he watches the violence with a cold sort of curiosity. "FUCK!" you bellow, kicking again. "That cost me forty bucks!" As blood begins to bloom against the dry earth, Julian finally shifts, stepping forward to break the momentum. "Ease up," he warns, his voice a low, grating drawl. "Unless you're itching to spend another afternoon in the Director's office." You scream, "I WANT MY STUFF!" Julian le…