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I'll tell the stars about you ★
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Summer brings longer days, hotter weather, friends, and all around good vibes. A group of friends are counting the days until this becomes their reality. These teenagers are the ones you see on the cover of teen magazine or some girl's Vsco account. Long road trips in their jeeps on the coast, eating In and Out at 12 at night. ⤵⤵⤵⤵⤵⤵⤵

When the Summer haze rolls around however, they are sent to a Camp. Not ideal for this group as they all come from rich backgrounds. A new world full of Drugs, Money, Secret admirers, and suspected Murder become a new norm for these teens. New founded feelings erupt amongst the group causing problems. Can the Group last the Summer? ⤵⤵⤵⤵

~Rough draft of a plot, would love to bounce ideas off ya'll~

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I Express all my emotions by saying "Fuck"
in various tones.


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The early summer sun beat down on the coast
of Santa Barbara. Alone in a big house Oliver lit a blunt, Inhaling and exhaling. He was getting
high in preparation for camp,There was no way he would survive without either being drunk or
high. A limo honked outside and he quickly put out the blunt. Because of his money status
he wasn't worried about wasting the weed, he could always buy more by the pounds.
Oliver grabbed his luggage and put it in the limo shortly before getting in himself.
"Is there anyway You could drive me to the airport instead? I could take you to Capri."
Oliver raised his eyebrow at the Limo Driver. The driver just shook his head
"Normally i'd say yes, but your Father is paying me a great deal of money to take you
to that camp." The driver said as he pulled out of the driveway. Oliver slumped
down into his seat, "Fuck" He said groaning loudly. The driver rolled his eyes.
Oliver sighed, He didn't know if his friends would be there or not.
Oliver didn't do well with new people, especially the nerds that
he assumed were going to be there. The Limo driver
sped to the camp tapping the dashboard with his fingers.
When they arrived Oliver peeked out of the window immediately smirking.
He loved the nature and a part of him was excited but, he knew it was going to be
Hell. He got out of the car grabbing his luggage and waving to the driver.
He got out and went to the reception cabin, it was a small wood cabin that wasn't to
impressive. "Oliver rockwood" Oliver murmured to the receptionist trying to hide
the smell of pot from his breath. The receptionist looked over her files before
handing him a guidebook, "Your cabin will be the Southwest cabin" The
receptionist pointed. "I know which cabin that is, i'm not that fucking dumb."
Oliver said scoffing as he walked to the cabin. He sat his things down before
crashing on a rickety spring mattress. "Oh god these are fucking uncomfortable."
He said out loud before covering his mouth.

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Aspen was not too keen on going on to the camp. She was only going because her parents wanted her to. She had not made any friends' since moving to Santa Monica and she wasn't too keen on it. In her mind, she was gonna go to the school for a year; and then move on to college. It was kind of ironic in her opinion. The one time she knew they were going to stay at a place for an extended period of time and she would not have enough time to make lasting friendships. At least Jay would. She did not want to get too invested in something that wasn't going to last. The camp was going to be a drugfest and Aspen did not want any part of it.
"I know you did not want to come here for the summer," her mother said while dropping her off at the camp. "But your dad and I feel like this would be a good experience for you. You have not made any friends since you moved here and I think spending some time with your peers will be healthy for you."
"Yes mum, whatever you say." Aspen smiled at her mother. Her mother helped her grab her bags from the trunk and she was off. She waved at her mother from the door-sill of the reception cabin and let out a sigh as her mother drove off. She walked towards the reception desk and saw a guy leaving the desk in a bad mood. "Someone is not having a good day" She thought to herself and walked up to the desk.
"Hi, how are you?" She said in a tone above a whisper. "I'm Aspen Zimmerman. I am supposed to be staying here?"
"Hello, Aspen. I am good." The receptionist said in an awfully cheerful tone considering that the guy before Aspen had almost yelled at her. "You will be staying in the Southwest Cabin."
Aspen thanked the receptionist and lugged her stuff to the cabin. She saw the same guy from the receptionist's desk in her cabin lying on one of the beds. She had never been one to initiate contact but she had promised her mother that she would try to make some friends so she set her stuff down on one of the more comfortable looking bunks and went over to the guy's bunk, extended her hand and said, "Hi, I am Aspen. Lovely to meet you."
 
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[div class=container][div class=textbox]The time to leave was here. Lane was sitting (yes, hiding) on her balcony and just finishing her second cigarette in a row. She was 18 and a chain smoker. Perfect, achievement unlocked. Ever since her father left for a much younger version of her mom, Lane was like that. She lost interest in everything and there was no one and nothing who could pick it up for her. And then her mom came with this amazing idea. Camp. Like she was a kid. But Lane understood what it was about. It was one of her mother’s desperate attempts to make Delaney socialize. It was going to fail. AGAIN. But Lane had no saying in that.

She put out the cigarette and stood up with a loud groan. Her back cracked several times. A quick thought…the third smoke… “Lane? You’re ready?” her mother’s voice cut through and Lane, thanks to her petite frame, sat back down, pretending she wasn’t even there. That was simply pathetic but it was worth a shot. “Laney, darling, you really think you can hide from me here?” mom came out to the balcony and scowled, seeing the full ashtray. “Come on, we gotta go.”

As if there was any choice. Lane checked her suitcase one more time and added two more packs of cigarettes. She was going to need more than that to get through this camp but that was a problem for another day. She loaded her luggage in the trunk of her mother’s Supra. Poor Joyce O’Brian was trying to keep the conversation with her daughter but Lane was not interested. She couldn’t forgive her mom for getting rid of her so she put her headphones on and indulged in her punk. Once they arrived, Lane got out of the car, grabbed her suitcase and off she went. “Bye, mom!” she called out and didn’t even look around.

The reception was close to the entrance. Pouty girl entered and looked at the woman there. “Delaney O’Brian.” she said simply and gave the woman a fake smile after finding out where to go. With a deep sigh, she started walking towards her cabin and this whole time, she wanted to have another cigarette. Lane fished a pack from her bag and...the lighter was a bitch. She tapped all her pockets and went through her bag. "Fuck, it's in the gloce box." she rolled her eyes. There were already some kids so she sighed again and walked up to a girl and a guy at some cabin. "You guys have a lighter by any chance?" she asked with the stick hanging from the corner of her mouth. First impressions could go to hell.[/div][/div]
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