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The road leading up to the opening gates of Camp Tuckahoe is long. Too long for Pete's taste that is. Pete has been a camp counselor at Tuckahoe for 4 years, making him the oldest counselor there is, at the ripe age of 23. He has always been in charge of 7-9 year olds. This year Mark, the director of Camp Tuckahoe, has upgraded him to the 10-12 year old age group, meaning his campers would be competing in the Camp Cup Championship. Alliteration is a beautiful thing. The CCC is an intense contest for both campers and counselors alike. Campers get bragging rights for the rest of the summer, and counselors keep track of how many times they've won. Cabins of 10-12 year olds are the only ones who can compete to keep it fair, so a camper only has 3 chances to win. After that, 13-18 year olds have their own little challenges. Rumor has it that there would only be two cabins of 10-12 year olds this year, meaning the competition would be fierce this year. As Pete finally reaches the end of the long road, he smiles. This year is gonna be sweet. Pete drives into the nearly empty parking lot. He recognizes all the cars but one. It must belong to a newbie. Pete does not like new counselors. They are either too cheerful or too grumpy, and there never seems to be a middle ground. It appears that Dallon, Kenny, Joe, Andy, Gabe, and Mark and Skye have already arrived. That means that every staff member is present and accounted for but the camp nurse. Hayley was always late to sign in day at camp. Pete lets out a sigh and parks. As he steps out of his car he runs a hand through his dark hair. He takes a deep breath, letting the smells of camp fill his nose. Freshly cut grass and bug spray were an unchanging element to the camp experience. He makes his way to the main office to pick up his papers, leaving his things in his car for now. The Main Office is a glorified shack at the center of camp. It is home to a small desk area, Mark's office, and a small conference room. The roof is dilapidated and falling apart, giving the shack some charm. He steps through the door, smiling at the groan of the wood below his feet. Mark's secretary/wife is seated at the desk. "Hey Pete!" She greets happily. Pete grins widely. "Skye! Hope you haven't missed me too much since last summer." "How could I not miss my favorite counselor! Just don't tell Joe I said that. Here is your schedule, cabin assignment, and your list of campers. Have a great first day!" Skye said excitedly. "Thanks, you too." Pete said before adding, "Oh and Skye?" "Yes Pete?" She responded quizzically. "Is there a new counselor this summer?" He asked, although he already knew the answer. "Yes. His name is Patrick I think.." Skye quickly digs for his file. "Ah yes. His name is Patrick Stump. Why do you ask?" Skye raises an eyebrow. "No reason. Bye!" Pete says before quickly exiting the office. He glances at his cabin number. He is in cabin #6, one of the largest cabins on the site. 'Hell yeah', Pete thinks to himself and pumps a fist in the air before heading in the direction of his new home for the summer.
He entered the cabin and went to his bed. One of the many perks of being a counselor is that you get a full sized bed instead a small bunk. He decided he would look at his list of campers before getting his things. His cabin would consist of 12 year olds named Alex Gaskarth, Jack Barakat, Zack Merrick, and Rian Dawson. He had three 11 year olds named Josh Dun, Tyler Joseph, and Spencer Smith. Finally, he had a single 10 year old named William Beckett. A group of 8 would be much easier to manage than the group of 14 he had last year. A shiver runs down Pete's spine whenever he thinks of the unspeakable horror that was last summer. Campers were to report to camp at noon. It was currently 11am, so Pete had some time to kill. He collected all his papers and placed them on his nightstand. It was time to go get his things from the car. He made his way out of the cabin and passed by the Mess Hall, where his best friend Andy worked as chef for the entire camp. He made a mental note to go see him at some point during the first week of camp. He reached his car in the lot and noticed that a car was now parked next to his. Hayley had finally arrived. He laughed inwardly and popped the trunk. He always packed relatively light for camp, so carrying all his things in one go shouldn't be a problem. As he made his way back to the cabin, he spotted his friends Gabe and Joe walking along the lake, smoking. 'Probably weed' Pete thought, shaking his head at the idea. He would be seeing them at the staff meeting in about 20 minutes. The staff meeting was originally made so that they could go over the rules and protocol of Camp Tuckahoe, but over the years it had become a great time to catch up. All the counselors at this camp are close friends, but normally don't keep up too well with each other during the year. This year they will definitely have to go over the rules due to the addition of the new guy. Pete groaned internally as he re-entered his cabin. He placed his suitcase at the foot of the bed and began to make it up. He put on red sheets and the red comforter to match. His pillows were black though. 'Like my soul' Pete thought and laughed aloud. "Whats so funny?" An unfamiliar voice sounded from the cabin door. Pete jumped at the sound, startled. He turned to face the voice. "Nothing." Pete said with a slight shake of his head. "Holy smokes I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to scare you. Do you know where Cabin #7 is?" The man asked. If you could even call him a man. He looked no older than 20. He had shaggy dirty blond hair that had a black fedora placed atop it. 'This guy has got to be joking', Pete thought. "Yeah, its one cabin over to the left." Pete explained. "Oh. Thank you." Fedora Boy said nervously before turning and exiting the cabin. His cheeks were slightly pink, showing his embarrassment for needing to ask for directions. 'So,' Pete thought, 'that's Patrick Stump'.