Ok so, this is an all human story with all the teen drama of high school. Joy. xD [btw, they have all lived, well, close to normal lives. just to clear that up.]

Here are the families so that you don't get confused:
Max + Iggy + Gazzy + Angel = The Hunt Children.
Fang + Nudge = They were both adopted by the Wentworths.
Ari = Youngest of 5 other brothers, The Bents.
(p.s – Iggy, Max, Fang, Ella are 15 and Ari is 16.) :]

Max POV:

"I'm not going." I protested.

"Yes, you are." My mom said while folding some clean shirts into my worn out suitcase.

I crossed my arms and fell onto my bed dramatically.

"You're killing me here! Do you want me to die or is this just funny to you?"

"What's so bad about camp Max?"

I thought for a moment.

"Well...It's camp...Nobody likes it. It's just how it is."

"That is not a good enough of a reason to skip it, ok?"

"No! It's not o-k!" I said angrily. "I will chain myself to the front door if I have to!"

My mom chuckled. "Fine then, chain yourself to the door, but don't use my roses as a bathroom."

I couldn't help but smile. Camp was just an excuse for people to sneak from cabin to cabin, make out, drink and do drugs.

"I'm going out of town for the weekend by the way." My mom said as she walked out my door.

"Who's gonna watch Ange and Gazzy?" I said loudly.

"Your Aunt Margaret."

Mom re-entered my room with some shorts. I could hear footsteps running up the stairs.

"WHAT?!" Gazzy ran through my door.

"No. Please Mom! Not Aunt Margaret!" He begged with a pleading look.

"Why not? I thought you said she was fun to be around?" Mom said while folding the shorts as tightly as she could to make enough room.

"When I was, like, ten! Come on mom! I'm nearly thirteen, I can look after myself."

"Sweetie, I know. But Angel can't."

Gazzy let out a frustrated 'argh'. "Last time she was here she made me clip her overgrown toenails... Then she made me eat boiled cow tongue! And believe me, It's just as bad as it sounds!" He looked anxious.

"He has a point. Aunt Margie accidently set my apron on fire at the Christmas party last year." I scoffed.

"It's only for the weekend Gaz, you'll deal with it."

He slowly walked out with his arms crossed. Mom closed my tightly tucked suitcase.

"Hey, isn't that boy you like going anyway? What's his name...uhh...Arnold?"

"-Ari. And I don't like him." I lied, Ari and I had been dating for the past year. I wouldn't dare tell mom that, I can just imagine her response. Have you got any STD's? You're pregnant aren't you?

I trust mom to say those things. Two months ago, I found out that my own mother was an 'escort', which is basically French for cheap-slutty-date-which-you-pay-for, Or something like that. She doesn't know that I found out, and I wouldn't even try to confront her about it, knowing her history with violence and alcohol abuse.

When I was 8 I poured her two favourite cartons of wine down the kitchen sink. Once she found out she gave me a black eye.

When I was 12 I called visa cancelled all her credit cards, so she wouldn't be able to buy anymore alcohol. When she found that out she pushed me against a wall and strangled my throat till I went unconscious, lucky Ig was there to call 911.

And only 3 weeks ago, one of her clients came to our door, and coming to an 'escorts' own home is a big no-no in the biz. He was drunk as hell and told me to get my mom. I spat on his shoe and threatened to tell his family what he's really like. When she found out that I chased away one of her best clients, she pushed me down the stairs and kicked me out of the house, I snuck in Ari's window and spent the night there, the next morning she called my cell crying and telling me how sorry she was and how she would never hurt me again. Of course I didn't believe her, but I couldn't leave Nudge, Gaz or Ig behind.

So I think you can understand why I'm a little nervous about telling her about us.

I did my hair and brushed my teeth. Chose out some clothes and headed down stairs.

"Come on Ig, we're gonna miss the bus if you don't come now." I said while stuffing an apple in my mouth.

"Ok. I'm coming." He said while he slowly got up from the kitchen seat.

I raised my eyebrow. "What's wrong with you?"

"I don't want to go to camp tomorrow." He said with an upset look.

"Join-the-club."

"Hey, I created that club. I'm the king of that club. I-"

"Yeah, yeah. I get it; we all don't want to go to camp."

"Not all of us don't want to go. The teachers certainly do. Word is, that they use the staff lounge to smoke pot." I smiled, the thought of my cranky drama teacher high. "Well that's enough to brighten my day." I said cheerfully.

I opened the door the moment out bus passed our house.

"Shit! There goes the bus Ig."

"Damn." He said un-enthusiastically.

"Language!" Angel said in her singing tone as she popped her head out from behind the sofa.

"Sorry-Hey wait. Have you been there the whole time?"

She moved her eyes to the side. "...No." She smiled.

Iggy walked out the door infront of me.

"Wait!" Angel said. She rushed over to Iggy who was standing on the pathway outside the door.

She whispered something into his ear. He laughed and ruffled her messy bed hair.

"Uhh. No." He said while smiling. Angel let out a humph and walked back to the sofa.

I closed the door behind me, and Iggy and I made out way to school.

I looked at Ig curiously. "What did Ange say?"

"She asked if she could have some pot." We both laughed.

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