Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men Evolution. Bleh.
Okay, so this isn't really Day 2. It's just a preview of what's to come, I realized that I'm going to camp next week and would have a much better fic with fresh camp stories… I'll still incorporate stories from last year, too. But I didn't want to make you wait a week, so here you go for now. Remember, preview!
Emma Frost had a megaphone with a bullhorn.
And she liked to use it.
The campers discovered this at 9 A.M. on the morning of their second day. It resulted in quite a number of startling reactions, some of which including thumps, bangs, and other various unidentifiable crashes, some explosions on both girls' and boys' sides, and muffled profanity in several languages from under pillows.
And there was Emma, standing in the middle of the lobby and holding up the horn like it was a trophy.
"Alright," She stated through the megaphone. "It's nine A.M. everybody, breakfast is in a half an hour. It's gonna be ninety degrees by noon people, and I suggest you dress accordingly. We left the weather witch at home."
Rogue pulled her head out from under her pillow, blowing a strand of white hair away from her face and glancing around the cabin. Wanda had flew straight up in bed, knocking her head on the bunk above her, and then chucked a hex bolt into the window. She immediately knew that they would be needing duct tape for this room. Sofia was already up and dressed, brushing her hair while sitting cross-legged on her sleeping bag.
Talia, however, was sprawled out on the floor in a groaning heap.
"Erm, Talia, aren't you in the top bunk, hun?" Rogue winced as the girl slowly sat up, pushing her frizzed blue hair away from her face.
"Yah." She glowered. "Oi hate that woman.""
"Come on," Rogue stifled a laugh, climbing out of bed. "Let's go eat."
And there you go! You have been reading a preview of Day 2, I will return to see you in a week and a half with Day 2! (And perhaps 3, or more.)
