This is the rewrite/continuation of 'Insert Awesome Camping Title Here.' The name of the cmap is ironic, I know. That was not my intention. It's named after the elementary school level of the church camp for my area, however unlike it it is. I just couldn't think of a name. Bite me.

Anyways, the boys are just out of their junior year and their parents are intent on sending them to camp for the summer. (Yes, there are warm places in Colorado during the summer. It's not an ice box year round like South Park is.) And, yeah. Yes, the girls will be there too, however much I despise their bitchy little selves.

For Taylor as a thank you for listening to my pathetic wambles and secrets all year. I love you!

"Dude, I bet they won't let us sleep in at all! And the food's probably gunna suck ass! And they probably won't even let us talk to the girls! And-"

"Shut up, Cartman!"

I sighed. This was going to be a long summer.

We were sitting on the bus that would take us to camp for 8 long ass weeks. Looking around was like elemantary school all over again.

I was sitting next to Stan who was holding a cigarette in one hand and was scowling angrily at a complaining Cartman. His dark raven hair was long and fell over his face in an emo looking fashion. He himself wasn't emo, though, despite his dark clothes. That was just what he liked. He was the star football, soccer, and basketball player and relatively insanely popular. And that was fine with him. He soaked it up and kept up his friendly nature. He was tall and thin, but had a pretty good layer of muscle. And plus his grades were good. He was every girl's favorite guy.

Cartman and Kenny were sitting diagonal to us, one seat over, one seat back. Cartman had changed only in the sense that he wasn't five times the weight he should be anymore. He was by no means small, far from it. He was huge, about half of it fat. The rest was muscle. Solid muscle. All six something feet of him. He wasn't far behind Stan on the football team, but lacked his popularity. He was still the resident fatass, and still everyone's least favorite person. Not that that stopped him from fucking every girl he could at every party.

Kenny was, quite literally, the biggest bisexual slut on the face of the planet. He was barely shorter than Stan, and still skinny as hell, but now he had his own fair share of muscle to keep him from having a girly ass figure like me and Butters. After he'd figured out girls liked his hair, he started keeping his hood down. He fucked almost every girl in our school at least once, I gaurantee it. And about half the guys. Us not included, thank god.He was generally popular, even with people who didn't want him to screw their brains out. He may have been the biggest playboy ever, but he wasn't a jerk.

Behind us were Craig and Tweek, the first official gay couple to sprout up at our school. After Craig announced it on the loud speaker (much to Tweek's horror) in their sophomore year, they'd started popping out of the ground like daisies. Everyone had discovered Craig could almost calm Tweek down. Craig was tall and lanky, but admittedly very strong, and tiny Tweek served as his perfect girl. I could hear him whispering to him, and Tweek shrieking in response.

Butters was sitting in the seat next to us by himself. The poor kid still didn't have any real friends. We still let him hang out with s sometimes, but not often, and that was it. I'd seen him hanging out with the girls sometimes, but most of them ignored him. He was small, but not quite as small as Tweek, and not as tall as me. He always wore pastels, often bearing cute little animals and Hello Kitty. He had grown progressively shyer every year. His knuckles were clanking together softly.

In front of Butters were Wendy and Bebe, both of whom had grown into real pains in the ass. Both were complete bitches. Wendy was still a total activist, but now chose forceful methods. Few were the days she didn't yell at us for one thing or another. Bebe was a whore. End of story.

Behind Craig and Tweek were Clyde and Token. They hadn't changed at all since elementary school. They were average height, (about Kenny's level) had average figures, average personalities. That was all there was to them.

All around us were more familiar faces. Heidi, Red, Jimmy, Timmy, Pip, and others. The bus driver seemed to be asleep, but continued to stay on the road and turn wherever necessary.

And then there was me. Kyle. My fro had softened up a bit and now my head was covered in soft wavy curls. I'd ditched my hat after much convincing from Stan and Kenny that I looked better without it. I was short. Not as short as Butters, but short, none the less. I was thin, too, making my over all figure look girly. I was a nerd, basically. "But a cute nerd!" Kenny said that when I first said it. It was extremely uncomfortable. I was the top in every class but P.E. and I used to wear glasses. Luckily I got contacts. I was currently on my laptop, taking advantage of the Internet while we were still in range.

Well, I have to say I'm satisfied with it. Sweet! I hope it wasn't too terrible. I LOVE reviews, they make me happy. Yes, you may flame me. Be my guest. I wanna know if someone hates my work that much.