"You have a responsibility to these kids, you know. They're here for summer camp and you're here to make sure that they don't get into trouble." A stern, older male spoke these words as he drove his 2006 Honda Accord down the road toward Camp Crystal Lake. His daughter, hardly interested in his lectures sat in the passenger seat. An ear bud in her right ear playing some Kid Cudi to emphasize her disinterest. "Leah, are you taking any of this seriously? This isn't some excuse to just be away from home. This is proper resume credentials."<br/><br/>The girl looked over to her dad, an arched brow a prominent feature on her face. "I got it, dad. Don't worry so much. This is summer camp. I used to be one of these kids that ran around playing camp games. Easy-peasy." She turned her attention back to the open window, her thin, almost polyester like scarf whipping around in the wind as trees flew by just as quickly. Leah was a great looking girl and though she prided herself more in her abilities than her looks, she's well aware of what a good wink and the right words can get her. Dark brown hair worn down in subtle waves was subject to the wind; her usually deep green eyes were hiding in a squint because of the sun. The warmth from the local star felt particular nice on her fair skin today and hopefully it would stay like that for the better part of the summer.<br/><br/>Leah's dad, for once, seemed to have given up on his lectures and just continued down the road to Camp Crystal Lake. The ride was made in mostly silence, aside from the occasional song that Leah hummed to. When they pulled up to the camp, the girl eagerly got out of the car and gestured for her dad to open the trunk to get her things. Now looking a little more frustrated than earlier, he just sat in the driver's seat as his daughter got her book bag and then her much larger duffel bag out of the drunk. Slinging the straps of the bags over her bare shoulders, Leah struggled a bit to get the trunk door closed , but managed to do so before walking over to the driver's side window. "Thanks for everything, dad. And seriously stop worrying about me. I'm the coolest counselor of all time!" She feigned a little excitement about being a counselor, as everyone knew about the true 'culture' that the older kids tended to take up at these camps.<br/><br/>"Alright, alright... But if I hear anyth--"<br/><br/>"If you hear about anything funny going on here, you're going to pick me up like it's nobody's business. Got it." Leah smiled as she finished her dad's sentence and started walking away toward the camp grounds. "Love you, dad!" She shouts over her shoulder as he puts the car into reverse and then sped down the road that the two had come. She somehow managed to get some gravel stones in her brown Islander flip-flops as she continued her walk, which she promptly kicked out. A short, jean mini-skirt covered yellow bikini bottoms, which in turn hid her freshly waxed nethers. Considering the heat, Leah went with a plain, sleeveless black shirt over a matching bikini top. Not one of her best outfits, but it was more for being comfortable on the ride here than anything else.<br/><br/>While walking to the grounds, the first thing that Leah took notice to was the cars parked in the lot. Not the greatest parking jobs, but the vehicles were probably ones that belonged to the other counselors and they had a good week before they even had to consider fixing them. She was capable of driving, but her family actually only had one car to use. What was Leah going to be doing with a car the whole summer? Her parents said nothing. Her biggest reason was something she couldn't really say to them; 'I could fuck someone in the back seat! Come on.'<br/><br/>Leah smirked as she recalled the moment where she considered saying it, up until she heard a rather loud 'Hell yeah!' coming from one o the lodges in front of her. It was safe to say that it was probably one of the guys who owns a car up front so she walked over in that direction. There were a number of people in and around the lodge, namely three girls and two guys who looked like they were bros. Considering herself someone of a little more substance than a socialite, Leah was never really a fan of bros.<br/><br/>"Hey guys. Shit... everyone just get here at the same time?" She gave out a light laugh, as if she was trying to use that to fix the slight air of awkwardness.<br/><br/>((Hopefully I didn't step on any toes with that post. :O))