I met all the other families at the camp at the first day picnic. There’s a girl and a boy my age. The guy is really cute. He’s wearing the hat all the men have to wear here, but you can tell he thinks it’s funny.
The girl––she’s the daughter of the family who runs the camp. I haven’t even really talked to her, and she already hates me. I guess that’s because I laughed at her for having made a bunch of dolls.