Sammie sat staring out of the bus window, there was one counselor on the bus with them all. Everyone was being loud and being stuck on a bus going to a place she didn't want to be, made her itch for the drugs, she hadn't really stopped them even when she was in the hospital she had always gotten them in some way.
She knew she would start suffering withdrawal symptoms soon.
After a while the bus stopped and they all climbed out, slinging her back pack over her left shoulder she looked at all of the counselor's that were there. Four women and five men. After a moment they were all put into groups and she was placed with one of the guys, sitting down in a circle near her cabin that she was to share with a few other girls she wrapped her arms around her back pack, she hadn't let anyone take it from her because it had more of her drugs in it.
As the girls in the circle chatted one at the time about why they were there when it came to Sammie's turn she looked at the ground and traced patterns in the dirt "Pass" she said softly. She didn't want to say why she was there, Sammie was glad she was wearing a hooide that hid most of her scars from sight.
[Ooc: Guy needed to be the counselor, he has to be understanding but persistent. Yeah other then that don't ask to join just jump on it]