foxes · camp setting · playful · curious · group roleplay · fluffy · adventure · friendship · forest · cute
You're fourteen or fifteen if you're a Monster, sixteen if you're an upperclassman. The blistering South Carolina sun scorched the asphalt, turning the grass to brittle straw. An old bus coughed out a cloud of dust, delivering its last passenger to the gates of Camp Palmetto. A girl with a backpack squinted against the bright glare off the lake, feeling like she'd signed up for a voluntary exile. — Another dead girl walking, — came a cheerful voice. Nicky Hemmick leaned against a gatepost, grinning wide. — Welcome to the Foxhole! Hope you can run or scream. On the basketball court, the upperclassmen Dan and Matt laughed, tossing a ball back and forth. Dan winked at the new arrival, but her gaze slid somewhere over the girl's shoulder. In the shadow of a willow tree sat the 'company…