Lay's head bobbed up and down as he fell in and out of a drowsy sleep. He sat in the back of an old, rusty taxi car that had a speed of 20 miles per hour max and no air conditioning. He could feel his shirt start to stick to his damp back. This...was uncomfortable. He hated heat, he hated the summer and he knew he was going to hate this, he just knew it. The image of his parents sitting him down at the kitchen table was still clear in his head.

"Son, we're worried about you." his father spoke in a deep, ferm voice. "We decided that its the best thing for your health to send you to a sort of...facility."
Lay sat confused. He wasn't into drugs or alcohol. What kind of intervention was this? 
"Yixing, honey, we just think that you should make friends...outside of the internet before college. So you get used to new things, places, or people!" 
What?
"This is your ticket, for the plane and we'll have money for you by the time you leave."
What were they going on some romantic get away and just decided to kick Lay out?

"Sonny!" Lay's head popped up; he quickly wiped the drool off his chin and attempted to look alert. He looked at the middle aged man who sat in front of the wheel. "We're here!" his stratchy voice barely came out of his mouth.
Lay looked out the window and sighed. Palm trees. Palm trees everywhere. Sun. Sun everywhere. He could barely make out two or three white houses in the distance. Well if this wasn't sketchy then Lay didn't know what was. Next thing you know some wild gorilla man with a chainsaw is going to pop out and kill off half of the population which was....what? Twenty-three people?

This was going to be a long summer.