So this was it.

Camp Velaris.

Home for the next three months.

It's bigger than I expected. Huge, actually. Four brick buildings ring around a courtyard area with picnic tables dotted here and there. An opulent blue lake shimmers behind the parking lot, where my father has just parked the van. Over the rooves of the buildings I can see rock climbing walls, abseiling towers and zip lines stretching through the skies. Well, this was certainly not a half-rate summer camp. It was a place for rich parents to dump their trust fund kids while they went on a luxury cruise. Not that I was bitter or anything,

Okay, maybe a bit.

"Well, Feyre, what do you think?"

My father's voice snapped through my daydreaming, and I twisted around to face him.

"It's very… grand."

He chuckled, the sound almost as alien as the jet skis I could see on the edge of the lake. "You better get used to it, honey. I know it's a lot different than what we're used to."

No shit.

"I better get going." I said, starting to open the van door. "I don't want to be late. First day and all."

Obviously, I was not a trust fund girl getting dumped at a camp for the summer while my dad went on a wine tour of Europe, or some other rich people shit. I was the newest addition to the camp councillors of Camp Velaris. Yippee.

"At least let me help you sign in."

"Really, dad, it's fine. I'm a big girl now."

Nineteen, in fact.

"I know. It's just… You're my little girl Feyre. I'm going to miss you."

At this, I patted his shoulder reassuringly, trying to muster confidence myself.

"I'll be fine. Don't worry. But if you need anything…"

"I won't. No go. Enjoy yourself. But no drinking. And no boys!"

I rolled my eyes at him, incredulous. As if I would meet anyone here.

"Goodbye, dad. I'll call you as soon as I can."

We gave each other an awkward one armed side hug. Not a lot of room in a tiny van. Not to mention the suitcase and backpack I somehow had balanced on my knees.

We said one less goodbye before I climbed out, trying the best I could to not drop all my luggage. Miraculously, I managed and, after one less wave, walked into the building I knew as the reception. According to the map I was given prior to my arrival.

The reception area is a medium sized room with wood panelled walls and a smooth linoleum floor. In the centre of the room is a large desk, with no visible papers or any other things you would usually find on a desk. A state of the art computer sits neatly in the desk and behind that is a woman who, despite rapidly tapping on her keyboard, her acrylic nails making the sound a thousand times louder, is having a rapid phone conversation. She still hasn't noticed me.

I clear my throat and her head springs up. She hurriedly says goodbye to whoever was on the other end of the phone and smiles at me, propping her hands under her chin, somehow looking more organized and classy than I ever would.

"Yes, dear?"

"Um. I'm Feyre. Feyre Archeron?" Somehow it came out as a question. "I'm here for the councillor job."

"Oh yes! Hold on a second, let me just check." The woman, whose nametag I cannot read, begins tapping again on her keyboard. "You're also helping out with our arts activities, yes?"

"Oh. Um, yeah."

"If you could just sign here for me, dear." She hands me a clipboard. I quickly sign the form, confirming that I am, in fact, Feyre Archeron, a nineteen year old art student from Ohio.

I hand it back, and she types a few more things out onto her computer.

"Welcome aboard, Feyre! I'm Alis, the head councillor-slash-secretary-slash-assistant manager at Camp Velaris." She hands me another pack not unlike the one I received a few months ago when I first signed up for this job. "In here you'll find all you need to know. Which room you're in, what activities you'll be helping with, a general schedule etc., etc."

Alis also hands me a nametag, a pass and a pile t-shirt.

"This is you're official pass. With it you can go anywhere in the camp. Try not to lose it, dear. You will also be expected to wear the shirt whenever you're leading camp activities. Well, that's all you need to know for now. Your roommates will inform you about the rest."

"My roommates?" I had never been told about roommates.

"Yes. You'll be sharing a room with a few other girls. I hope that's okay."

"No, it's fine." Just a little unexpected.

"You better get going, dear, or it'll be time for dinner before you know it."

"Goodbye, then. Thank you."

"You're welcome."

I turned to leave, somewhat clumsily attempting to pick up my suitcase with full arms. I had reached the door when I hear Alis say,

"And Feyre?"

I half turned around, looking at her from over my shoulder.

"Welcome to the family, dear."

My dorm was beautiful.

Certainly not what you'd expect from a summer camp. It wasn't really even a dorm. It was more like a cabin. A million dollar cabin. There was only one flaw in this. Roommates. My experience with them hadn't been a completely positive experience. And by roommates, I mean sisters. We were always bickering about who was hogging the mirror or who had stolen an outfit. The arguing had toned down since Nesta went to college, but fights still happened from time to time.

Taking a deep breath, I pushed open a door with one shoulder.

To a completely empty dorm.

Well, not completely empty, obviously. On the bed in the right hand corner someone had obviously been there. Clothes were strewn around and on the bed, and several shoes lined the floor. On the opposite side of the room, the side nearest to the door, was another bed, meticulously made, with a black suitcase neatly pushed under the bed.

Which left me with the bed in the free corner of the room. I dumped my suitcase on top, too tired from the drive here to even think about unpacking. Besides, there was no rush. The kids didn't arrive for another two days. I stretched, my muscles aching from the six hour drive in a cramped van. I also stank. Not the greatest first impression to give your new roommates.

Groaning, I stood up and walked towards the ensuite bathroom, a small room tucked away in a corner. After a hot -and relaxing- shower, I quickly dress in jeans and a sweater and pull my hair up into a messy bun. I'm just sitting back down onto my bed when the door swings open and a girl walks in.

I quickly stand up, not wanting to be too awkward.

"You must be Feyre!" She says excitedly.

"That's me. And you must be…"

"Morrigan! Or Mor. Whatever! I'm just so excited to have a roommate who I don't have to worry about murdering me in my sleep."

Wait, what?

Instead of voicing my concern at a potential killer roommate, I stick out my hand. But instead of shaking it, she pulls me into a hug.

"I'm sorry I wasn't here when you arrived. I was helping the boys unpack."

"It's fine. And who are the boys?"

"Oh, just my cousin and our friends. You'll meet them later. They're also councillors."

Okay, aside from a possible murderer as a roommate, I found I didn't mind having people sharing a room with me that much. Well, I didn't mind Morrigan that much. Sure, she was a little messy and loud, but she talked me through what Alis had missed.

I still hadn't met Amren, the other roommate, yet, but Mor said she was hardly ever here.

"She has her own apartment somewhere. She won't tell anyone where, but she sometimes stays here."

"How many summers have you been working here for?" I asked as we began walking towards the canteen.

"Five. Ever since I turned sixteen. Me and Rhys, my cousin, came here before that as kids. I loved it so much I couldn't resist working here." She links my arm, tugging me towards what I assume must be the cafeteria. "Come on. I'm starving. And they always do an all you can eat before the kids come."

An incredibly nice, and filling, dinner later, I am sat cross legged on my bed while Mor rifles through her suitcase. She holds up two dresses to me.

"Which one? Or are dresses too formal for a bonfire?"

"The red one. And which bonfire?"

She shoots me an incredulous look before answering. "Alis didn't tell you? Every year before camp starts all the councillors have a huge bonfire. Get to know the newbies. Well, that's what we say. Everyone knows it's a chance to get shitfaced."

Sounds lovely.

"You're coming though, right?" Mor asks me, going into the bathroom. "I mean, you have to. It's the last time to do anything before it gets too crazy. Tomorrow's all about getting ready for the kids."

My uncertainty must have shown on my face, for Mor's face turns pleading.

"Feyre. You have to come. You can meet my friends!"

"Fine. Fine, I'll come. But this is peer pressure, you know."

"You'll thank me later, Fey. Trust me."