I toss my bag on the bed, letting scent of the grass invade my nose, a smile spreading as nostalgia fills my senses.

"Are you ready for camp, Alvin?"

"Hell yeah."

This is just what I need: a couple of months to forget everything.

All of those disgusting thoughts can be cured. Camp Flintwood can fix anything.

Dirty thoughts can be purged away when you spend three months learning every thing you need to survive in a forest with nothing but a knife and your wits.

I glance over my two brothers, one lean and covered with a worn pale blue sweater and the other stretching his emerald jacket.

Simon and Theo.

Theo is here to take his third cooking course, Simon here to take his second in survival in the unknown wild.

I took on the hardest work out regimen: Passout.

They call it that because anyone who can't handle it will pass out in the first hour.

From what I heard anyone who lasts the first day will have to train with Navy Seals, starting at three in the morning and ending at four in the evening.

I had to pass a test to even get looked at.

"Are you serious about doing that workout thing?"

Theo's voice was always light, always sounding like a little kid having a day at Disneyland.

"Yup, looking to get gains."

He gives me a worried look, my other brother's words filling in his thoughts.

"We watched that entrance test, I couldn't even get the nerve to try. You won't lose your man card if you don't go through with it."

I shrug my shoulders, slipping my shirt over my head and tossing it with my bag.

"Not gonna stop me."

"Alright."

Even our adopted father, Dave, tried to talk me out of it, trying to get me interested in the football program.

But I need this.

I need to push myself past the point of no return, shove me down the hill, and scream for me to get back up there.

All those months with all of the those thoughts have ruined me.

Made me less of a man I used to be.

Spending a summer working with some of the most hardcore people can fix that.

I wasn't going to let myself slip up and let people know.

I won't.

On my bed is a letter, my name printed on the front.

'Welcome to our program Alvin,

Congratulations on being one of the few that was entered into our ranks. This program is the same program that is used to train navy seals with. With that being said, we will hold you to high standards.

Any passing out in workout hours will result in an immediate extraction from this program. After the first day we will be letting ex-navy seals join the group.

Go to bed early,

St. Johnson.'

A shot of excitement shots through my system as the words bounce around my head.'

I toss a lighter shirt on, going out into the dirt road.

I smile at myself as I turn to the stage, letting my mind turn the other campers.

The stage was made out of nice and pretty wood.

In the 1980's. Now it's old and creaky, sending echoes as the workers make their way across it, desperately trying to organize themselves.

I take a seat near the front, watching each person drains into the stands.

"Hello and Welcome to-"

He is cut off my a loud screech, a groan of annoyance spreading through the stands.

"Camp Flintwood."

He passes the microphone around, letting each of the counselors introduce themselves as the happy-go-lucky taboo they always are.

"And I hope you have fun all summer!"

Then we split to out introduction day to our course.

There you go, my shot to get back into the swing of the things.

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