MR Day 10 - Ride the bus

You and the other girls sit on the bus as it leaves the Soccer Camp area, going onto a gravel road that you never noticed before. Two other busses are coming as well... one for each losing team.

You drive through the forest, but Lara notices something and looks out the window. You turn to look too. There's a sign up ahead. It's yellow, but it has words on it in big, friendly letters:

WELCOME TO

CAMP CRYSTAL LAKE

EST. 1935

"Another camp," Lara says.

"What?" You don't understand.

But in a minute the bus pulls up, and you see it all: it's a summer camp. The Soccer Camp is modern and pretty nice, even just the cabins and showers, but this place... it's a wreck. It looks like something from the early eighties.

But it's on the lake, which is pretty. There's a sand volleyball court, and a basketball court... no sign of soccer. Some cabins that are a lot like the ones at the Soccer Camp, just shittier.

The busses stop.

You all get off, finding four young women waiting for you wearing the shorts and t-shirts of camp counselors. They each have their name written on their t-shirts. Meg, Claudette, Nea, and Kate.

Meg is sporty and looks like a runner. Claudette is Black, very cute, and wears nerdy glasses. Nea looks grumpy and has a beanie on, but she'd probably be pretty if she smiled. Kate is obviously the hot one, with long, red hair and the look of a popular cheerleader.

Kate steps forward as all the losers gather around.

"Welcome," she says. "So you'll all be here until Monday morning. No drills or anything. No cameras. You're free to just relax. I guess the punishment part is that it's... you know." She turns and gestures at the camp. Yeah. The punishment is that it's not the Lodge.

And you had to give up your phone when you got on the bus. No phones, no air conditioning... probably no TVs. So there will be no creature comforts, but it might be very relaxing actually with no cameras and no social media pressure or anything.

You go into the cabin assigned to your team, finding it dusty, creaky, and kind of horrible... the beds squeak, and there's no privacy in the shower, which is supposed to be for six people but is just tiny.

This is all Rebecca's fault. As you stand outside, trying to get your temper under control, the door of one of the other cabins opens. As you watch, a small, red tricycle rolls out, a bell jingling. Weird, but you don't care about some fucking tricycle.

It's a rough evening. After eating, you lie on your bunk listening to your teammates complaining about the game and about Rebecca. Watching them walking around in their underwear and changing, getting ready for bed just makes you think about how right now you are pretty sure that if you had won, you could have Michelle, naked in your arms and screaming your name.

You can't even really like... angrily jerk off because there's nowhere to do it. Luckily they made you all give up your phones... it's good and bad. Nobody can complain to anyone outside camp, but at least you don't have to look at the replays of your loss. There's some stuff to do at this camp, but not really after dark, and everyone is tired.

Lights are out and your team is in bed pretty quickly. You have a bottom bunk, and you lie in the dark, fuming. What a shitty day. This weekend will be nice to be away from the cameras... but it will suck because there's nothing to distract you from the injustice. It's just... ugh.

You don't know how long you lie there. Something touches your hand, and you look over in surprise.

Rebecca is kneeling beside your bed. How'd she sneak in here?