Disclaimer: I don't own Zoey 101 or the characters.
A/N: This is a cowritten story with TheOfficialMe and Ally. Enjoy! :)
"All I'm saying is that there is no way that you finger could physically get that long!" Logan exlaimed holding his thumb and forefinger in an L shape out in front of him.
"You wish," Chase rolling his eyes in disgust as his roomate picked up a ruler.
"Okay, put that thing down before you hurt yourself," Michael said snatching the ruler off Logan.
Zoey turned around and put her finger to her lips to shush the boys as the teacher entered the classroom with an arm load of papers that look suspiciously like permission slips. She began handing them around to each desk for each person.
Lola picked up the paper and scanned the short paragraph, "Camp!" she exclaimed in disgust. "I cannot go to camp, I just got my nails done!" she held up a hand, showing off her French tipped nails.
"Well Logan just got his hair highlighted, but you don't see him complaining," Chase said, receiving a dirty look from Logan.
"Oh come on guys, this could be fun," Zoey said, reading through the list of activities.
"Yeah, it could be a great adventure," Chase quickly agreed
"Just think of how it could expand our knowledge of survival in the outback world," Quinn said enthusiastically, failing to encourage Lola.
"Wait, does this mean we have to horseback ride?" shouted someone from the back of the class.
"Dude, thats a girl sport!" Chase exclaimed.
"No it isn't!" Logan exclaimed, "I've done it heaps of times."
"Really? Me too!" Michael said, "What style do you do?"
Logan looked at him as if he was brain dead, "Horse riding..."
"Oh, I ride sidesaddle!" Michael said, receiving silence from the rest of the room.
"Dude, that is so gay!" Chase laughed.
"That's the only way I learnt," more silence, "It was for a play!"
"Well gee, that changes everything!" Logan said with heavy sarcasm.
"Okay class, you can talk about the camp when you leave," the teacher said in exasperation. "Before start of term I took the liberty of sending the forms to your parents for an advanced response. You leave tomorrow, you may want to begin packing tonight."
Half the class's draw dropped and errupted in whisperes even with the teacher's failed attempts of shushing them again.
A/N: Okay, well here's a Zoey 101 Fanfic that two of my friends and I worte when we were bored. This chap is pretty short since its the prologue, but the others will be longer.
BEC