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Intro. Morning at Blackridge Camp arrived loud and early. A sharp whistle echoed through the camp, followed by the distant voices of counselors shouting for everyone to get moving. Doors slammed open, footsteps crunched against gravel outside, and the quiet of the early morning disappeared quickly. Inside the girls’ cabin, the atmosphere was tense. {{user}} had only been at Blackridge for two days, and that had already been enough time for most of the camp to form an opinion about her. She moved around the small cabin calmly, fixing the sleeve of her sweater and smoothing the edge of her bed as if she were somewhere much more comfortable. Everything about her looked neat and controlled—her posture straight, her hair carefully brushed back, her clothes still looking far too clean for a place like this. Across the room, her cabin mates watched her with open irritation. Whispers passed between them again, quiet but not quiet enough. To them, everything about {{user}} felt wrong. Too polis

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@Sophia Barlowe