Oh my god this was so much fun! Forced bonding was the best ever!

Except not.

At all.

Unconsciousness seemed incredibly pleasing right about now.

Odette had thought about 'mistakingly' hitting herself in the head earlier (an idea she completely blamed on Drystan, since he had thought of it), because it would be so much less painful than the self-served hell she was enduring now, but. They would no doubt revive her within seconds, not only leaving the empty feeling of failure but handing out a free pass of verbal abuse for the rest of the week.

So, unfortunately, Odette was forced to stay awake the entire time, participating in every activity there was to participate in. Name games, ball of string sharing, trust falls--- honestly. Honestly. The day she trusted Seth Wadcock to catch her without groping would be the day that Poseidon sprouted wings, flew into the sky and became a constellation.

At least the day was finally over, and they were allowed to recluse back into their cliques that made the Montrose Magpies what they were. Pulling apart a piece of bread slowly, Odette sporadically threw the pieces into the campfire (of course there was a campfire) while she watched it burn. "I can't believe it's only the first day," she whined, pulling her knees closer to her chin as she looked to Drystan sitting next to her. "I cannot suffer through a whole week of this."