Making a story because why not.

The bus was loud and full of kids. Greg didn't really enjoy how loud it was. Sighing in annoyance, Greg adjusted his bag on his lap. "Damn kids…" Greg muttered.

The blonde next to him chuckled under his breath. Greg looked over at him. He appeared to be around his age, maybe less. "Greg," He said smiling slightly.

The blonde looked back him. "Blaine," He replied with a smile of his own. The bus was albeit better in Greg's opinion. Maybe it was because Blaine was there. Maybe it wasn't.

--they get to Bonanza--

Greg got off of the bus with Blaine following along behind him.

"Welcome to Bonanza!" Jonathan called out. Everyone cheered. Well, everyone except Greg. He just sort of stood there. It was sort of like seeing a pineapple in the middle of a pelican flock.

While Jonathan was explaining things, Greg looked around. There wasn't much. All that was there was was dirt and a few cacti. So, this is where he would spend his 40 days away from home. How fun.

"And here is your town council," Jonathan started explaining things again. A helicopter came down and four kids came out. Oh. That happened.

Greg studied them silently. There was a girl who looked like she was nine who had brown hair, a guy with dark skin and black hair who looked around 12-13, a ginger haired girl who was around the guy's age, and another guy with dirty blonde hair and was probably 11 years old. They weren't all that interesting.

Then there was getting to the city itself. You see, when your in a camp with a bunch of 11 year olds, you know that they're all weak little fuckers. You need no math for that. And when your giving them a big ass cart of food to carry, they can't carry it so you have to do it. And that was the issue Greg had.

The blonde leader (who was apparently named Mike) kept yelling for everyone to 'come on' and 'keep on going'. He was basically being a weak little fucker.

"Hey! Why don't you try doing this since your "working" so hard!" Greg yelled at him. He was irritated by all of his yelling. Mike came over and tried to do his job but what's this? Oh right. He was too weak.

Greg took over again after Mike failed. He thought that Mike was gonna help him carry the cart but boy was he wrong. The little dickhead just got off the cart and started yelling again.

Greg rolled his eyes and began to pull the cart again, blocking out any noise. He decided to think about the next thing he'd do after he pulled the cart. He'd probably look for a bunk to settle in. Anywhere with Blaine would be fine. He thought to himself. Wait that sounded gay. Nevermind.

But it would be nice to be with someone who isn't a dumbass little bitchy kid, which was most of the camp.

Before he knew it, they were at camp. And to be frank about it, he thought it was lame. Like sure, the idea of living at a ghost town was cool but when he was actually at the camp, he already wanted to go home.

The place was absolute shit. There were pieces of furniture scattered across the ground, ancient trash was everywhere, and it seemed like the whole place had a layer of dust that wouldn't go away. All-in-all, it looked like a riot had happened a long time ago and this was the reminiscence of it.

He glanced around again before heading over to the steps of a building that looked sort of like a kitchen. He dropped the cart off, grabbed his stuff, and went to look for his newly made friend.

Ok I'll see ya. Bye.