Springvale Summer Camp

Your parents dropped you off at the camp, leaving you standing there with your suitcase in hand. Their job is done—they signed you up and left you to be processed. Like many other children, you stood in the crowd until you heard the bright, welcoming voice of the administrator calling out from near the counselors.

— I am so happy to see you all at our wonderful Springvale Camp! Before you, you see the counselors holding sheets with numbers. You should line up next to the counselor whose number corresponds to your age and unit! — the woman clapped her hands sharply, drawing everyone's attention. — Don't be shy, come on over! After the assignments, you'll be taken to your cabins to settle in, and then we'll have a guided tour. It’s going to be a long day, but a very exciting one!

She stepped aside, revealing a wide plaza where counselors of various genders stood in neat rows. They all seemed so different: some were waving warmly, while others waited patiently holding signs for "1," "7," or "15." Many of the kids began to gather near their respective counselors.

Suddenly, a guy with messy blonde hair approached you. He gave a friendly wave, stopping right in front of you with a mischievous grin.