A/N: This is so random! But I was thinking (while I was trying to do some of the chapters for my other unfinished stories. And I really wanted to try to finish "The Last Trip," And while trying to write another chapter I went back to "A camping trip of a life time" I... hated it, haha. Not the plot or what I did, but there were so many errors and ... it was just awful. It was my first story and I was younger and knew to all of this. But, still, It was hard to read. So I decided to write a remake, fix things, and add things. Write a better copy I guess. You can read it if you want. If not, then okay. I'm doing this more for me. I just have to, so please no complaining! Also, it'll help me to write and finish up part two.

A/N - part two: I'm not saying I still don't have trouble with grammar! so it's not going to be perfect, but It'll be sooo much better ;)

A/N ... part three: I'm sorry that I've been away for a while, but the last year I've been super busy, and sadly haven't had much time to write. And I'm sorry. But I'm going to try so hard to finish this story and all my others!

Okay! Thats all! Enjoy and review!

Prologue:

"Camping."

Camping.

Camping.

Camping.

I watch his lips shape each letter.

I clear my throat and try my hardest to sound causal as I ask, "What?"

"Camping Max. In order to graduate this year, you'll have to go on a camping trip that I'm organizing."

The words 'camping trip' was a whammy to my gut. I cannot do stupid tents and gross camping food that you eat for breakfast, lunch and dinner. I cannot do little critters and damn cutesy bunnies flopping all over the place like it's some stupid kid cartoon. Just anything camping related I cannot do.

That thought in mind I stand. "Hahah very funny. Now can you just give me my detention slip and I'll be on my way. Sad and disciplined."

"Max sit down." He commands like a drill sergeant.

It worked. I plop down quickly like the chair was a magnet and my butt was a paperclip. I knot my finger for once wishing he would just hand over that dreadful pink slip that'd deem me to a day or more stuck in a classroom for two hours.

But he doesn't, instead he says, "This isn't a joke. If you want to finish high school you'll have better pack some hiking boots."

I cringe when I realize he was really, truly serious. In order to acquire my diploma I'm going to have to do this. I'm gonna have to go freaking camping with other dimwits. That's just freaking peachy.

Though, I wasn't done begging just yet.

"Can't I do something else? Possibly cafeteria duty? Or maybe I can wash your car for a week or something!?" The plead was there in my voice, but so was the hope.

Damnit! I shouldn't have let my anger dominate my thoughts. But I did. I was so angry and it powerhouse right through my common sense. And only one person can make me lose my shit all over the place: Lissa.

Our feud goes way back to the first grade. Honestly, the reason for her hatred is stupid, immature and pathetic. All I did was spill a little apple juice on her new white dress, and boom a rivalry was born. Aside from that stupid issue we've just never clicked. So, it's nobody surprise that I'm in trouble because I got in a fight with the red airhead during math class.

The principle shook his head, "It's camping or you don't walk across that stage."

My hope crumbles like a cookie at his words. I sigh and nod in defeat. "Okay."

The principle settles back in his chair. His eyes broiled with triumph.

I glare. "Why'd you organize a camping trip anyways?"

The principle reaches for a frame on his desk and spins it around. "I was a boy scout."

I lean closer to regard the photo better. And uh-huh it was the principle as a itty boy scout. He had the custom brown uniform shorts showing his emaciated legs, and bony knees. With it he had on the matching brown vest and gaudy patches. Gross.

"Camping builds a lot of character. You have to depend on others to survive out there, you form trusts and bonds. And it's a fun experience, of course. I loved camping as a boy scout, and it helped me grow into the man I am today. So, each year I organize a camping trip, and I hand pick a few bad apples."

"And you blackmail us?"

He chuckles. "No. Max, you punched Lissa. You should have been expelled, which leads to failing since it's so close to the end of the year. But instead I'm giving you a chance to prove yourself. I'm giving you a chance to graduate."

"Fine. How long?" I ask. My voice is sharp and bitter. I really don't want to do this, but what other choice do I have?

"One week. You leave this Saturday." He answers and hands me a sheet. "All the information you need to know is right there. The place. What you will need. Everything."

My eyes scan the fruitless words about this stupid camping trip. There was a list of the items I'll need to bring, and a list of the stuff I'm not allowed to bring.

"No ipod." I read aloud. I look up at him. "Really?"

He nods. "You can have it for the bus ride, but otherwise it'll be taking away from you once you step foot off the bus."

"In other words a week of hell." I mutter standing, fetching my bag. "Can I go now?"

"Yes." He says. "But Max, I really think this will do you some good. It'll … be an eye opener."

"Sure." I toss over my shoulder before leaving the stuffy office.

But I doubt that.