As the sky began to blush with the first light of dawn, Michael sat alone on the beach, casting his fishing line into the gentle waves. He felt a sense of boredom creeping in as he struggled to find any excitement in the peaceful morning.The hypnotic sound of the water lapping at the shore was unable to distract him from his restless thoughts.
He had been feeling a little bored since he got his Game Helmet confiscated by the instructors, though it makes him feel a little better knowing he was not the only one who's in the same situation as him.
Meanwhile, back at the campground, Michael's classmates were slowly waking up for the day. They washed up and prepared breakfast, the enticing aroma of sizzling bacon and scrambled eggs filling the air. As they ate, they chatted about what things their instructors had planned for the day, and all of them were mostly complaining and feeling horrified thinking about what they would do today.
