So, your life got messed up. Made a few bad choices, took a few wrong turns, and things didn't turn out so okay in the end. Your parents are worried--everyone's worried. But for you, worried is an understatement. A huge, gargantuan understatement. It's your life after all. And although they may care about you, and they may want to make decisions for you, you will be the one living this life, and you're the one who has to live with what's being done. Whether it be drugs, disorders, or abuse, this is one hell of a scary life.

And they're always trying to help. Who? Everyone. Can't they understand that you just want to be left alone? Apparently not, seeing as you were just enrolled in some stupid rehab program. Oh, excuse me. Camp. That's what they like to call it. "Therapy by the water." The brochure claims. "The beautiful Winwood Lake will provide a calming setting in which your child can relax, and begin the journey to mental health." Yeah, right. How much can a lake do? You've been through too much to be healed just by looking at water. And it's going to take up a whole summer. A whole summer. Whether you have friends or not, there are other things you'd rather be doing than your time in rehab-camp.



However, your parents were sold the moment they picked up the brochure. Winwood Lake Rehabilitation Center--it boasts to boasts that 80% of their clients return home satisfied. Well, seeing as you're being forced to go, it seems that you'll just have to test that statistic.

Welcome to Winwood Lake Rehab Center, the camp for troubled kids.

xxx;;hold your colors