Hello!

I want to thank you all for the reviews. :)

And i dont think I have told you guys yet. But im at a young writers camp at Duke University. North Carolina. So I am very caught up in writing a few chapters for my twilight FanFiction that i may post sometime soon.

Thank you all for reading, enjoy.

"Hey! Wake up!" a voice yelled. "It's time to get off the bus. Come on! "

Huh? What bus? "Mmm… extra jalapeños on that chocolate chip." Another voice murmured.

Wait, that other voice sounded oddly familiar! What the Hell? It sounded like me! And jalapenos on chocolate Max, seriously?

EW… that's just discust . . . Wait wait wait, now that I think of it. That spicy and sweet combo, sounded strangely like my kind of snack.

You're talking crazy Max. This girl probably thinks you're insane.

Oh god, that stupid voice in my head is back, and as annoying as ever. "Oh, screw off." I hissed, talking to my inner yoda.

"Oh, um... I-im s-sorry." The squeaky voice stuttered.

Crap! I said that aloud didn't I? Opening my eyes, I saw a girl about 12 hovering over me. She had amazing blond curls and big blue eyes.

Surprised, I started rolling and thrashing around, trying to get a better look at her. As a result I fell and hit something- hard.

And . . . everything went black. Or so I thought, I must have been perturbed. Because the next thing I knew, she was helping me up.

"Oh, my pineapple! Are you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks."

Once I was on my feet, I recognized that she was one of the girls talking to the one Tall, dark, emo looking dude. I looked at what I hit when I went flying, the ground.

A filthy, murky mud caked floor. On the dirt floor I saw a face print, my face print. Where the hell am I? Quickly performing a 180 turn. I caught glimpses of the bus seats and outside the windows. Oh right, Sleep Away Camp….

The young Blondie caught my attention as she walked towered me. "Hi, I'm Angel." She said smiling sweetly, holding out her hand.

"Max." I answered, hesitantly.

"Hey what happened to you accent."

"My what?"

"Your British accent?"

I stared at her for a minute, having absolutely no idea what she was talking about.

"Jesus loves you? Ring any bells?" She asked dumbfounded. Hm… are the bells ringing? Well If I tell her that I was just acting when I said that to freak everyone out.

Then, she'll get freaked out! And to be completely honest, I really want Angel to like me. She's just so sweet, she's different, and I like that.

You just can't lie Max! That's a sin. God will come back and punish you! Karma will haunt you!

Oh and there's goes the wise ol voice again. Whoop-Dee-freaken-doo!

I don't believe in karma; I only care about two things in life… My family, (sometimes) and my Mountain Dew.

But maybe I should listen to him this time, I mean. The whole point of this camp was to make friends. But lying to her won't get her trust. So my mind was a kinnda M.I.A. (mixing in apples.)

"Uh… I don't know what you're talking about." I responded trying my best to look confused.

"Oh ok. Well we have to hike up to the meeting place now. Also knows as the lake." Angel smiled.

"How long is the hike?" I asked. Not that I cared, being a loner has its advantages, because if I'm not chugging my Dew, I'm out taking a 200 mile run. (Haha just kidding, but still)

"About 3 miles, only an hour walk." She answered grabbing her light pink suitcase. Seeing the size of her luggage was another relief for me.

I mean, the thing wasn't even the size of mine! That meant, she's not a prissy like Ella, and Lissa, and sadly… Brigid. "Have you ever been camping before?"

"Ahh, yes." I actually have, well sorta.

When my father (AKA: Jeb.) was staying at the house, I drove to target, bought a tent, and slept in the park for the whole week he was in town. Let me tell you, an adventure like that, changed me as a person.

BAM! I know I'm such a rebel. I would talk to you about my Jeb more, but I don't want to bore you.

After a couple minutes I felt little shaky. This was weird, because I was also breathing insanely hard.

"Are you ok Max?" Angel asked taking my hand.

Surprisingly I didn't swat her away. I hate it when people touch me, even if it's as simple as hand holding or hugging. It still freaks me out, call me crazy but that's Maxi-kins for ya'll.

"I'm perfectly fine." I responded though clenched teeth.

"Oh ok. I was just checking." Angel's hand tightened around mine.

There was a huge clearing, in the clearing was a stage, and standing on the stage was a little old lady. She was holding a microphone and talking to the kids standing in groups among her. I started walking toward them. And the old lady must have seen Angel and I walk in because she quickly got into our Chex mix.

"Ahhhh Angel… thanks you." She thanked, she looked at me and her eyes narrowed. "And you must be Maximum Ride am I correct?" she gestured to me.

"Mhm…"

"Well can you do me a favor and not hold up my campers next time?"

Don't count on it" I muttered, looking at the staring teens around me.

"Angel. Your group is A2 in bunk number 3." The lady dismissed. She nodded and disappeared in the ocean of kids.

"And Maximum, you're in group KT and in bunk number 9."

The next thing I knew the kid Iggy took my arm and led me into the KT group. The people in my grilled cheese look nice… but... Oh, crap.

Crap crap crap! Lissa was in my group. And even worse... my ex-boyfriend Omega. (Don't ask me how he got that name because it's a very boring long story.)

"Campers. Report to the activity grounds!" A large male staff member yelled.

We all started walking, and I followed closely behind. Looking over my living group, I recognized the twins, the girl Angel was talking to on the bus, Sam and Dylan, Lissa and Brigid, Omega, and the emo boy.

Somehow, without me realizing it, the freaking idiots stopped walking. And I crashed into Emo boy.

He turned around to face me, and I was shockingly surprised by how memorizing his eyes where. A very dark brown, almost Black, with silver flecks here and there. Like dark dark chocolate. Mmm…my favorite.

"Hey. Sorry. Are you ok?" Why would he ask if I was… oh…? Great, just freaking great. My nose is bleeding! Stupid hard emo boy body. I bet he has a pack… mmm. *Drool*

Max, seriously you need to climb off the Mountain and lay off the dew.

"Oh shit!" I murmured.

Mostly to the retarded voice, but also to my stream of blood rushing out of my nose. "Yeah, I'm ok." I replied lamely, as he helped me soak up the blood with my shirt.

Once my blood stopped flowing, I realized that Emo, hot dude was still holding my hands. It would have been romantic if we both weren't covered with blood. But then again, my idea of romantic might not be identical to the average teenage girl.

"You guys have two cabins. One for the boys, one for the girls. Get going and start unpacking. Dinners at 6." The male staff member announced and then wandered off. I quickly dropped Emo's hands and hurried to the cabin.

So sorry if i missed any erors. :( I tried, Till, next time!

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