<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v140/dracour/cellosdavid-1-2.jpg)</div>Tuck looked at the majestic trees that surrounded the camp as he drove up. Parking his black 2009 BMW coupe he had got as a gift "From a school friend."  A star linebacker at this school Tuck got out of his car and stretched.  His 6'3 large frame was aching from the long trip.  He didn't really want to be at the camp all summer, but his coach thought it would look good for the scouts that have been asking about him.<br/><br/>Looking up towards what looked like the main building he could see people standing and talking.  Grabbing his bag he started to head towards the group.  Seeing a few possible playmates he grinned to himself thinking the summer might not be bad after all.  He was a natural leader, and considered himself a serious person on the field and in the class room; however, just like any other 18yr old he was looking to enjoy his summer.<br/><br/>Not talking to any one in particular he stepped onto the front porch of the building.  "Is this where the counselors are supposed to sign in?"