#crs:start

     “One time, I said ‘yo quiero Taco Bell’ to Tony, and he straight up stopped feeding me for like a week.” Bullshit. She’d fasted in anger for a day when the chef told her that he would never feed anyone Taco Bell,  but then came back the next morning and apologized for her rude behavior. ( Really, she was just starving, but that’s besides the point. ) “-- So I would suggest not being a turd about the food. It’s better than nothing.”

     Wake up, and smell the delinquency. The first week was always the hardest on everyone, campers, counselors, even the senior staff ( everyone except Voss, but that’s only because the sergeant is barely a person -- no human should be able to shout like that ). She absolutely abhorred everything about it: the icebreakers, the attitudes, the figuring out who’s actually a decent person and who was a giant bag of dicks. It’s honestly the worst, and as she took a look at the newest arrival of kids, she sighed and massaged the bridge of her nose, already feeling the beginnings of a headache. “Dude,” She whispered, mostly to avoid a lecture from Voss so early in the day. “I fucking forgot to smoke this morning. I’m gonna fucking die.” Truly a travesty.