A/N: Ok, here's that old camp fanfic. It's got very short chapters, but I planned for it to be a light kind of summer read.

Chapter One

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"Okay, guys, split up into your groups!" Ginny called to the mass of human mosquitoes grinning at her cheerily. Moments later, she smiled at her handiwork, viewing the four groups of eight girls or boys, each midget in their Camp Krouse t-shirts and ugly miniature baseball caps or kerchiefs. She smirked at the munchkins, and then became 'evil Ginnikins' and barked; "MARCH MARCH MARH!" pointing toward the buses parked on the dirt and gravel path.

No one moved.

"Yo, Gin!" Spoke up one of the older girls (13 in a group of 11-13 year olds, most being 11 or 12, a total of four being 13, three of which were guys), waving her hand, lazily.

Ginny mentally scowled, "Yes, Melissa?" she sighed.

"Do I seriously have to tent with these dweebs?" She jerked a thumb at the 11- and 11-and-a-half year-olds behind her, "I mean... there are ten of us..." She crossed her arms and propped them on her hips.

"Ten?" Ginny was jerked out of her orderly perfection. She did a quick head count and scowled. "Dame, go back to your group with Jeremy and them! Mel, take his place with the girls, and Amy, you move with Mel, too." Now the groups were perfect: eight each.

"Ginny!" A little blonde girl ran up behind Ginny, puffing and clutching an inhaler. The poor sickly girl grabbed onto Ginny for support, "You forgot me!" she whined. Ginny groaned as some of the kids snickered.

"Okay Ellie... you switch with Mel."

Mel scowled at Ginny. "She's. A. TEN year old," she growled out between clenched teeth.

"Shut up, Mel, you're rooming with me," Ginny shot back.

Mel smirked, appreciatively, "Ha, I knew you weren't such a b-"

"DON'T say it!" Ginny and some others shouted.

"A BILLIONAIRE!" Mel and even more others yelled louder. Everyone burst into giggles at their inside joke, and Ginny dropped her facade of anger.

"Okay, everyone: up and out!" She shouted. The kids bent to pick up their bags and mess kits. "Wait!" She shouted again, calling back Mel and some other early-leavers. She took out a packet of papers to a chorus of groans. "Shut up, it shouldn't take long." She took a deep breath, "Okay: Mel, Teddy Bear, Dame, Austin, Jeremy, Mitch, Nick, Jamie, Jesse, and Jenny, Sara, Kimi, Lils, Mini Me, Step, Base, and Kelly hitch a ride with me. The rest of you go with the late escort." She smirked as some of her kids snickered.

"Gin-EEEEEEEE!" A pair of arms clutched around her throat from behind.

"Clairy," Ginny coughed out, as the latecomer released her, "You're late."

Clairy pouted her pillowy Latina lips, "Not my fault! I was just checking out-"

"Enough," Ginny interrupted, holding a hand up to stop her, melodramatically, "You poor, lovesick creature."

Clairy stepped off to the side, and Ginny called out to the kiddies, "Ten minutes! I need all of the luggage in your respective buses and all business attended to by-" she checked her watch, "9:12." She watched the kids scatter, the youngest ones to the Hillside cabins, and the oldest to the Lakeshore cabins.

"They are so hot," Clairy whispered, referring to the counselors across the road from her cabin, as she passed Ginny and ran off to her golf cart to speed to her cabin and pick up some kids.

Ginny smiled wryly at her partner, "I'm sure you'd think that," she shouted back.

Clairy stuck out her tongue in reply.

Ginny sighed, and turned to hop into her own golf cart. But someone was already there. "Mel!"

The girl looked up between pale blonde bangs with wide, innocent eyes.

"Nice try, get out."

"Please?" she pouted, holding tighter to the steering wheel.

"No."

"Pretty please?"

"No."

"Please please please please pleeeease?"

"No, never, absolutely not."

Mel scowled and jumped off. "Party pooper," she murmured.

"Fine!" Ginny relented, smirking, "But you're in the back." She jerked a thumb to the trunk of the cart.

Mel smirked back and shrugged, as she climbed back in.