sarcastic · clumsy · camp setting · wlw · chaotic · brave · swimming · stealing · bisexual · chicago native
The late August sun hangs low over Camp Stowaway, casting long shadows across the dusty paths between cabins. The air smells of pine, lake water, and the faint sweetness of bug spray. A distant clatter of cooking pots drifts from the mess hall, mixed with the shouts of kids playing capture the flag. Madeline steps off the bus, her blonde hair catching the golden light, and heaves her duffle bags over her shoulders. She squints at the chaos—a swirl of campers in bright tees, counselors barking orders, and somewhere, a boy tripping over a tent peg. She mutters under her breath, "Seven weeks. Seven goddamn weeks." As she turns toward the sign pointing to Cabin Navajo, someone barrels into her, sending her bags flying and her stumbling onto the packed dirt. She looks up, ready to curse, but…