A/N: Thank you for the reviews. Amy, you gave me some great ideas :) I'm afraid between the 15\1\18 and 19\1\18 I wont be able to update because i have some very important exams. Wish me luck!

Why can't you be more like Perfect Peter?

Detention!

You're such a bogey brain,

Can you do anything right,

No one likes you,

No pocket money for five years,

It's always your fault,

Don't be so selfish,

You're going to get nowhere in life,

You're such a disappointment,

We wish you weren't our child,

YOU HORRID BOY!

It was reaching midnight and everyone had fallen asleep in their tents to rest. Ralph had been peacefully sleeping inside the tent he was sharing with Henry until a strange noise awoke him. What was that sound? It sounded like a frightened animal. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and sat up to see what had woken him up. When his eyes adjusted to the dark, he looked across to the door of the tent that was loosely sealed shut. The same noise filled the tent again but this time Ralph recognised it as a low whimper. His head snapped over to where Henry was sleeping and what he saw concerned him. Henry lay in his sleeping bag curled up protectively in a foetal position. Weak whimpers left his lips and sweat glistened against his forehead in the dark; his fingers twitching in a curl. Ralph crawled over to where Henry lay and placed his hand against Henry's burning forehead.

"Feels like a fever," Ralph muttered to himself, his hand flinching away because of the heat. He started to get even more worried as Henry's low whimpers increased in volume. He could see Henry starting to tremble inside the sleeping bag; curling in on himself even tighter. In all the time Ralph had known him he had never seen Henry look so dejected and vulnerable. Henry was definitely ill so really he should go and tell one of the adults but he didn't think they would be much help. They would probably say Henry should just sleep it off and he would be better in the morning. There was no way Henry could sleep that fever off. His forehead had literally burnt his hand. Ralph sat by Henry's side thinking of what he should do. Henry suddenly screamed and bolted upright in his sleeping bag making Ralph jump in surprise at the unexpected movement. Henry was visibly trembling in fear now; his breathing uneven and jagged.

"Hey mate," Ralph asked cautiously after he realized Henry had probably just woken up from a nightmare. "How're you feeling?"

Henry looked dazed for a second before turning around to Ralph with a glazed expression. Now Ralph was really anxious. Fear suddenly re-entered Henry's eyes.

"I'm sorry," Henry whispered timidly, his body shivering.

He looked so broken. Was it the fever making Henry act like this? Before Ralph could react however a loud stomping could be heard from the tent next to theirs which just so happened to be Margret's. The noise startled Henry. A look of pure terror crossed his face and he scrambled through the flap in the tent before Ralph could stop him.

"Henry, wait," Ralph shouted.

He hurriedly climbed through the tent flap after him. He found Henry outside the tents on his knees; his head bowed with his fringe shadowing his eyes. He sat completely still.

"What's all the noise for. Some people need their beauty sleep," Margret squawked, coming out of her enormous tent a few seconds later with Claire, Linda, Susan and Gurinder following close behind. "Oh, it's just you bogey brain."

Henry remained silently kneeling on the floor.

"What are you children still doing up," Henry's mother asked, peeking her head out of the tent she was sharing with Henry's father and Peter. She had heard the commotion outside and had decided to find out what was going on. Her gaze rested onto Henry. Ralph watched and began to feel even more anxious than he already was. Clearly no one knew the situation, Ralph thought. This wasn't going to end well.

"HENRY, what are you doing waking everyone up. Don't be so selfish and be considerate instead of ruining everyone's trip you horrid boy," his mother scolded harshly. Peter and Henry's Dad also joined Henry's mother in their tent flap.

"I'm not being selfish and waking everyone up Mum," Peter said. The girls sniggered in amusement from where they were standing.

No one expected what happened next.

"I'M SORRY," Henry sobbed, tears beginning to stream down his burning cheeks. He brought his hands up to clutch his shoulders which were trembling as he began to dig in his nails. Lots of other students had been woken up by the noise outside and were peeking through their tent flaps to see what was going on. Ralph watched in shock at his best friend not knowing what he should do.

"Henry," his mother asked with a slight look of concern crossing her face. She extended a finger out to touch him but Henry slapped it away.

"STAY AWAY FROM ME," Henry screamed.

There was a shocked silence. Everyone starred at Henry. It was too much. Henry needed to get way; far away from all their judgmental eyes. His breathing hitched and he stumbled to his feet. Squeezing his eyes shut, he ran. The noises and sounds swam in his ear as if he'd just jumped underwater. The cool air hit his stinging face. The twigs crunched under his stumbling feet that were becoming weaker and weaker by the minute. When it felt like Henry had been running for hours, which was probably a few minutes, he peeled his eyes open a fraction to see where he was. He had run a fair distance. Trees surrounded him from every corner and the pitch black sky hung over his pounding head. It all looked the same. The world suddenly started to spin and Henry's thoughts began to become fuzzy and clouded. He had never felt like this before. His breathing hitched and got stuck in his throat making him choke; trying to breathe in the air around him that wouldn't enter his lungs. It felt like that time he had nearly drowned in the swimming pool when the school had forced his class to take swimming lessons. Panic filled Henry's chest as he tripped on a huge tree trunk root in the woodland floor causing him to collapse onto his side. His fingers clutched onto tuffs of his hair. His vision was swimming until everything went black around him. All he could hear was the silence of the woods.