Red smiled slightly, for once someone didn't make fun of his name. 'Maybe the camping trip won't be so bad after all' He thought and looked to the guy setting up the tent, he then took the smoke out of his mouth. "Are we all meant to sleep in there?" He asked and put the smoke back in his mouth, he really didn't want to sleep in the same tent as everyone else. Cause that meant someone was going to see his scar, he really didn't want anyone to see his scar.<br/><br/>The scar on his face had a stupid story, or so Red thought. When he was a kid, some guy tried to kidnap him. But he fought and kicked the guy, so the man took out a knife and cut down Reds face. The doctors said he was lucky he could still see out of his right eye. But he didn't want the luck, he wanted the scar gone.<br/><br/>But he has toughed it out so far, and maybe no one would care about the scar. Maybe no one would ask about, or just look at it like it was a monster on his face.