(Yeah, I've done some RPing before... I'll do a big ol' post when I get a little more time)
(I'm going to use a 1st person perspective...)
I sit up in my unzipped sleeping bag, with my forehead pressed against my knees. I was having a dream about when i was about seven years old, and I had my first beer. As a kid, it was pretty cool. I wonder if- "HEY YOU LAZY ASSES! GET UP!" My heart jumped, as I heard Sabrina screaming at us to get up. I stood up, and put my hand on the wall to get my balance. The sun gleamed through a hole in the tent, and shined in my buddy's eyes. I tapped him with my foot, and he rolled over and stood up with me. I stepped out of the tent to see Sabrina in the distance, shouting. I stumbled over to the water cooler and grabbed a water, a can of pork and beans, and a blanket from a friend. I sat down against a building, feeling the scratchy pebbles against my hip. I pulled my jacket down, and my switchblade fell out. I reached for the cold handle, to see a reflection of my dog looming over my back. I pretended he wasn't there, grabbed my knife, and tackled my puppy to the ground. I felt like she was one of my only friends at times like these.