((Sorry I just honestly couldn't read all the previous posts word for word, I had to skim.))
Duran sat at the table with the others quietly. He had his arms folded and his head laid down onto them. He was at the end of the table and he was looking away from the others to a big glass window.
What kind of camp is this? Duran thought to himself feeling confused. He had never been to a camp before but he had seen some in movies he had seen on television and this camp didn't seem fun like the movies made them to appear.
Duran sighs softly still staring at the window. "I don't get why I'm here." He says mumbling to himself. "I'm nothing like these people."
These regular people. He thought.
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