It was the summer holidays. It wasn't really quite my idea, but my mother made my attend a camp. (Yes, it's camp again.) Sigh. What else could I do.
When I reached there, the scenery there wasn't as idyllic as i thought it would be. It was just an empty patch of land with no grass, some wooden house and basic neccessites. It was like a horror camp.
The other children there all loved to condescend themselves, using underhand means to mortify me, malign me of wrongdoings that I simply did not do. They didn't even have the slightest look of guilt. They bullied others however they like, as if they were omnipotent, like God.
I was just so relieved when the camp was over.
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