Savannah leaned against the firm steel railing on the boat. Her hands relaxed on the railing.  Her blue eyes almost reflected the ocean. Her medium length brown hair fell carelessly down her shoulders and was blown with the wind.  The weather wasnâ€™t too harshly hot nor too cold. It was the perfect temperature for her in her green tank top that split at her belly button. She was dressed slightly like a slut. But she could hardly help it since that was the way she was.<br/><br/>She already missed the drugs, and the sex. But that couldnâ€™t be helped. As much as she wished she could help it. The boat came closer to the island. What laid in front of her eyes was a sandy beach that sparkled a little because of the sun; a forest was connected to the beach and it had  metal chain linked fences separated the forest and the campground and barb wires were strung on the top; Getting a clear message that you arenâ€™t allowed to go in the other area. But she spotted a volleyball area near camp and smirked. Her bet was that she was the best player out of all the people on the boat.  She had hardly noticed how many guys stared at her. The fact that she got those same looks back at home had caused her to just overlook it. She knew she was hot, and figured why not let them stare.<br/><br/>As the boat began to dock she got a shiver. Not from the cold. Just a random chill, and her body shuddered just a little. She turned to leave the boat but someone bumped into her. OK maybe not someone. A Hot someone. "Iâ€™m sorry." Her voice held no remorse but rather a strength that only a popular girl would have.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Damian kicked his leg against the railing at the bow of the boat. He hated this. The fact that he had to sit on this stupid boat and deal dumbass boys who treated women poorly. Or did some other horrible crime.<span style="font-style: italic">Fuck thisâ€¦this is shit is stupid.</span>He thought. As he began to relax. It wasnâ€™t fair. Just because he had attempted suicide twice they sent him off to camp. Well and punching a boy to the point that he broke his left arm. He glanced at his arm which was wrapped in a bandage.<br/><br/>He hardly had time to notice that the boat was docking. He had been so caught up with his head. That when the boat rocked from docking. He lost his balance. Falling flat on the wooden boatâ€™s floor. "Ouch." Nobody could of heard him say that. Since half the boat most  people were already off. He got himself up off his feet and began to make his way off the boat  The crowd almost took up the entire dock.