A/N This idea has been running through my head for a while, and I decided why not give it a try. Although this does take place in Camp Sami, there is no further relation to my other story, Camp Sami. There will be a lot of changes to the inner workings of camp, but it looks pretty much the same.

Once again: THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE PLOT OF MY OTHER FIC, CAMP SAMI!

Thank you.

Disclaimer: I, Alessa of Fanfiction, do not own Maximum Ride.

"Come on, Max!" My sister Ella pulled me along up the hill. After being fired from my job at another camp (it's not my fault they're against competition...), Ella and I quickly got jobs here, at Camp Sami. I was actually looking forward to most of it. I hadn't actually ever gone to a camp, but I had been a counselor since I was 15. Now I was 17, and needed some extra money for college textbook next year, and to feed my sugar addiction (AKA cookies).

Ella and I left our bags and stuff with some of the maintenance guys with golf carts, promising to put them in the right places. They set up chairs in a red barn-ish thing called the Rec. Hall. Or so the sign said. A man with boots and a faded baseball hat stood on the stage in front of us.

"Welcome counselors!" There was a chorus of cheers from the group of around 50. "For all of you new guys, my name is Patrick. We have paired up counselors based upon their experience at camp. So luckily for the newbies, you will be getting the best of the best to help you through these eight weeks." He pointed to the woman on his left. "This is Jo." Jo gave a little wave. "She will be assisting you guys with Senior trips, and will help you guys get to your proper cabins with the proper co-counselor. To let you guys get settled, we'll have Jo get you to your cabins."

Somehow, the group formed a long, orderly line and waited patiently to receive the proper cabin assignment. Yeah right. Instead, they pushed and shoved to get to the table first. Counselors shall have a level of maturity so they may assist the children in their own growth? Sure counselor handbook. These kids definitely posses that.

Once the crowd had mostly cleared, Ella and I got to the front, receiving our cabin assignments.

"Maximum? Nice to meet you." Jo shook my hand.

"Call me, Max."

She smiled. "Alright, Max. You have Cabin...17. Just go all the way up the hill, and it's the second to the left." I nodded, and waited for Ella, who was in Cabin 16.

"Oh good!" Remarked Jo. "You two get to share a fire pit."

Ella squealed, and jumped up and down. "Max this is going to be great!"

As we ascended the hill, I noticed fires going, there were about three per unit. So far, I had seen two Units, both on the right, and a bathroom house on the left. We soldiered on up the hill, finally making it to our respective cabins. The sun was setting, and someone had turned on the lights in my new home.

The cabin was nestled the farthest back of the unit: Oscadee- as the sign had proclaimed. It was painted red, and there was a porch. Windows dotted the sides, but luckily the thick forest covered them from lingering eyes.

I bounded up the steps, ready to meet my co-counselor for the rest of the summer. When I opened the door, I didn't even get a hello. To my left was an empty bunk in a little, wooded room, probably for me, and one to my left. The entrance was covered by a black blanket. Well, I guess she doesn't like people. I left, to get my trunk from the center of the units. A British guy was talking to one of the other counselors as he unloaded the trunks. I grabbed mine, and thanked him.

Kicking open the door, I heaved my trunk into the room. After sliding it into my area, I took my sheets out and set up my bed on the top bunk.

Just as I was unloading my own blanket to put over the doorframe, my co-counselor decided to greet me. Oh, boy. Literally.

My co-counselor was a dude.

He held out a hand. He was wearing black jeans despite the warn weather, and a dark t-shirt. Everything about this guy was dark, except his skin. The pale contracted with his dark looks, and, I would admit, made him a little attractive. But just a little.

I shook his hand briskly. "Fang." he muttered, looking rather uninterested.

"Max." I replied, trying not to show my disappointment. "So Fang," I repeated, surprised at how well the name rolled off my tongue, "what do we do now?"

"We go meet Lucy."

His eyes didn't show anything, just observed my mannerisms impassively. "Well then? Let's go."

We walked outside, and I could see Ella talking to her co-counselor on a bench on their porch. I waved, and Ella beckoned me over. "Hey, Max! This is Iggy, my co-counselor."

"Hey." he said, staring forwards. I reached out my hand for a shake, but he didn't give me his, just kept looking at the same place. Oh.

"Hows it going?" I greeted, not wanting to show any difference in my hellos. I can't imagine many people treat him as completely normal.

He got up, expertly maneuvering the landscape. "Sounds like Lucy's starting her ever growing rant, we should probably go."

When our trio reached the center of the Unit, Lucy had begun. "-is the age group we have for the first two weeks of camp. These teenagers will probably not be too much of a challenge, because they have the most independence. Swim tests will go on tomorrow, as will selection of activity teaching." Lucy droned on with her British accent, and finally, she dismissed us for dinner. After dinner, we were to decorate our cabins a bit, but only on the wood surrounding our bunks. For our two weeks of prep, we could stay up as long as we wanted, and do whatever we wanted as long as we attended the training sessions and such.

At dinner, because there were only ten of us, the Oscadee's sat at one table, which was really a picnic table.

The second I tasted the camp food, I fell in love. This food was way better than any other camp's food. Hell, it contended against Mom's!

Emrah, the chef, went around to some of the tables, as this first two weeks were the only time he could hang around the tables.

Fang opened up a little bit, only cracking his shell when Iggy started messing around with him. For dessert, Emrah had prepared some homemade ice cream, which we all considered as a delicacy after one bite.

I wasn't looking forward to decorating a cabin with Fang. He would probably put up pictures of dead puppies.

I finished putting up my blanket over my door, unpacked most of my electronics, and put some pictures of Ella, Mom, and I.

When I completed the task of unloading my carefully packed trunk (Mom's work), I sauntered out to the main part of the cabin, sweeping my blanket aside. I was shocked to see Fang cautiously writing the camp schedule on three sheets of connected paper.

"Uh...what should I do?" I questioned, sitting down carefully next to the markers.

He looked up. "Make a sign to put up there." He gestured to the space above the door. "Make it say... Cabin 17, maybe?"

I nodded, grabbing a few sheets and the tape.

We worked side by side in silence diligently taping, cutting, and coloring until Taps at 9:20. I got up, gathering the markers and putting them back inside the bin. I looked out the screen of the door. Some fires where still going, and kids were laughing in the distance. "I think," I said, putting the markers on a shelf in my room, "I'm going to make a fire. Okay? Do whatever."

He nodded, throwing the scissors and tape on the shelf along with the remaining paper.

I knocked on Ella's door, and her and Iggy came out laughing. "Fire?"

Iggy rubbed his hands together. "My specialty."

Way too many s'mores and two hours later, I stumbled into the cabin. Fang was reading a book, on a beanbag in the middle. He glanced up. "Isn't it after your curfew, young lady?"

I rolled my eyes. "Shut up. I'm going to bed." I flicked off the light switch, and threw open my improvised door.

A/N I am actually pretty happy with this chapter.

Readers: That's a surprise!

Yeah i know. So I like this idea, and I hope it'll turn out much better than Camp Sami. I think CS will be over in around two, three chapters (*cries*) so I'll have this to fill the void.

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