New Counselor: oh! That’s good. But still, if humans touch it...they’re dead. -sighs-

New Counselor: probably just clean the front, sides, and back.

New Counselor: -gulp- I’m probably the first person here who kills people if I touch them. Luckily, I didn’t touch your hands exactly, and your diary did. Even though you should clean it before anything happens.

New Counselor: I mean, I feel like an outcast here. I’m not used to.... all these people.

New Counselor: It’s...too hard to explain.

New Counselor: -sigh- you don’t get it.

New Counselor: I don’t wanna be here either.

New Counselor: look. -walks over- I don’t know shit about kids. I came here because I had to bond or something.

New Counselor: Yeah....I could like, get them in trouble for stealing your diary though.

New Counselor: -points to the group-

New Counselor: Oh! That group of kids took it when you where leaving with Sal.

New Counselor: no problem! -sits near a tree-

(( :,) ))

New Counselor: Here. I don’t understand diary’s. -puts it in her hands-

New Counselor: I’ll just not ask. -takes her diary away from them, closes it, and walks back to Ocean-

New Counselor: -runs super speed to them- why do you have her diary?

New Counselor: what the hell? -looks at some kids reading Ocean’s diary-

New Counselor ((literally nobody has asked what his name is yet)); -walks back outside, wearing a new, camp camp style shirt- I hate these.

Sal: -for a second has a terrified look in his eyes, then eyes go back to normal- he probably won’t get us in trouble..hopefully.

Sal: -looks at you- e-erm...