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Chapter 1 A Friendship Set in Motion

Norville "Shaggy" Rogers sat alone in his messy room. He looked around, finding random food-wrappers and clothes that littered the floor, which was very difficult to see.

Most of the members of Hollow Oak Camp were forced to share rooms with another person, though recently Shaggy's roommate had been frightened away, claiming that he had seen the Grimm's ghost, a mythical apparition that was said to haunt the halls of the building they were staying in. This structure was known as the Grimm Manor, named for its former owner. It was located on the outskirts of a dark forest, giving it an ominous feeling. In the past, this place had been a great tourist attraction, though it was losing business due to claims of seeing Grimm's ghost.

Shaggy, being a natural coward, had not wanted to stay in a supposedly haunted building, but his parents had forced him to go to Hollow Oak that summer and he had no choice.

Shaggy had gotten his nickname from the messy brown mop of hair that sat atop his head, often covering his caramel eyes. His room was located on the second floor of Grimm Manor, in a part of the house that was almost never used. Consequently, he was often alone.

Directly above Shaggy's room, an exceptionally smart girl named Velma Dinkley was sitting on her bed with her laptop, writing a mystery. She twirled a strand of her dark hair that had come out of its bob.

On the first floor of Grimm Manor, in a very secluded corner, Daphne Blake, a member of one of the richest families in the area, was reading a mystery novel. Daphne was considered popular at the camp, although she wished she wasn't. She, like her close friend Velma, often found more pleasure in adventurous books than in the company of others.

She twisted a lock of her soft, strawberry-blonde hair as she focused on the plot of the book, wondering why real life couldn't be as exciting as the lives of the detectives in her novels.

The Blake family wealth was rivaled only by the Joneses. Fred Jones, another popular kid at Hollow Oak, was captain of the football team in high school, had great abs, ocean-blue eyes, and blonde hair—in other words, he was the High School heartthrob. Fred, being the most popular guy at around, had an equally well-known girlfriend, Terri Miller. Terri was the classic cliquey bitch. She was an absolutely dreadful person, but her looks seemed to prevent anyone from caring. Thankfully for all those attending Hollow Oak, Terri had refused to go to the camp, complaining that it was too scary. This bothered Fred, for he wished she had more sense of adventure.

Hollow Oak Camp was basically an organization that took teenagers on field trips to locations surrounded by mystery and intrigue, such as the haunted Grimm Manor. The counselor would divide the campers into groups with people the same age as them, though each person would be from a different social class. This was to promote the forming of friendships between the popular kids and the nerds, the bullies and the bullied.

Daphne anxiously smoothed her hair and fixed her purple sundress as she took a seat in the Meeting Room, which had originally been a living room. Velma sat down and completely ignored the rumpled appearance of her orange sweater and red skirt. Meanwhile, Shaggy threw on an old green T-shirt and some khaki pants, excited to find out who else would be in his group. Fred wore a white shirt with a blue collar and jeans, desperately hoping that he would like the people in his group.

Shaggy was getting ready to leave his room when Scooby-Doo, his brown Great Dane, ran over and jumped on him.

Shaggy laughed. "Scoob, you're slobbering all over my shirt."

"Sorry, Raggy," Scooby said. "Good ruck today."

"Thanks, buddy," he responded. Shaggy gave the dog one quick pat on the head before he hurried down to the Meeting Room.

"Now I know you're all very excited to hear which group you've been assigned to," Mr. Carter said. He was the head of Hollow Oak Camp. "But you must remember to be nice to everyone. Your group is your family for the next few weeks, so I expect you all to get along, even if they aren't the type of people you usually hang out with."

With that having been said, Carter began calling out the names of people in each group, which were always called something stupid, such as "Ghostbusters" or "Adventure Squad."

"Winona Benson, Cindy James, Dylan Berkowitz, Jeffery Martel, and Sheldon Wallace will be in 'Grimm's Gang,' " Carter announced. "And last but not least, Fred Jones, Daphne Blake, Norville Rogers, Velma Dinkley, and Justin Hart will be in 'Mystery Inc.' You may all return to your rooms but in one hour there you will all report to designated areas to talk to the other members of your group."

All of the campers dispersed. An hour later, they gathered in the specified locations to meet their group.

As Daphne walked toward the old library located right next to her room, she wondered what type of people Norville Rogers was. She knew Fred from school, though she always thought he was far too self-centered, Justin had been her boyfriend for about a month, and she and Velma were close friends so Norville was really the only one she hadn't met. She hoped he was nice.

Fred made his way over to the library as well, anxious to form new friendships. He was so sick of all the shallow people that surrounded him and he prayed that this group would be different.

Shaggy dragged his feet as he went to join his group. He had never been great at making friends, for everyone thought he was rather strange. But he needed to meet some new people, so this would be a good experience for him.

Velma was already in the library. She had spent all her free time there, reading the history of the Manor and uncovering some very interesting detective stories.

All four of them were completely oblivious to the fact that this day would change and define the rest of their lives.