For this one, you must convince a co-counselor to help you get revenge on your supervisor.
IN MY PLACE (any gender, mid to late teens)
It's not my fault. Seriously, it's not. Yes. I was in charge, okay? I get that. But that's... I mean... that's my point. I was PUT in charge. And I'm still a kid... legally, you know? There should always be an adult in charge of the campers. The LITTLER campers. Stan should have been overseeing evening activity. This is HIS camp, for God's sake.
I mean, how do we know this wouldn't have happened to STAN? If he was supervising tonight? I think the kid STILL would have disappeared. That little shit bag has been running off all the time. You know that. You've seen that. Right? RIGHT? Every class one of us teaches. He starts to wander toward the woods. You tell him to come back, he starts to run. Every time! Stan should have kicked him out after day three.
I'm not saying I don't care. I hope the kid's okay. I DO. He's a good kid, all in all. A GOOD kid. But Stan is now acting like this is my fault. He's having the search and rescue people talking to me until three a.m. I'm being INTERROGATED.
Someone should be interrogating STAN. He never mentioned what HE was doing, during evening activity. Never mentioned that he was in the office the whole time. You know what he was doing too, right? On the phone again, screaming at Jennifer. You know it. She was right to leave him. I just wish it was the other way around. The person who actually knows how to RUN a camp should have stayed.
Listen. You don't have to like me. But just put yourself in my place. I want to put STAN in my place. That's all. Get him off my back. What I'm planning... it's just a prank. To get him to see that he needs to get his shit together. It's a funny prank. Nobody has to get hurt. Not any more than I'VE been hurt by all this.
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