By mid-to late July, the novelty of the new camp had worn off, but it was evident that the campers were not pleased with what they have endured. On one end of the camp, the campers felt as though they were in a concentration camp, minus the gas chambers and wanted to get out. Santiago and Putney were always ordering them around, yelling at them if they screwed up, and they had to go about their activities under strict rules.

On the other end, there was Tavernese and Casey, who were nowhere near as rigid or harsh, but did not have the same fun as the other division did. The campers were under the consensus that they missed Camp Anawanna.

It had been a very hot Friday and Dina was slumping into her room, dirty and perspiring profusely and with a water bottle in hand. She was forced to stay outside for three hours, playing kickball with the others, mostly guys and she didn't get the hang of it. When she reached her room, she took her towel and was on her way out to take a shower.

Not only was she dirty, but she was aching. This was not her idea of fun at all and she felt as though she was forced into physical labor. "If I have to do that under these conditions again," she grumbled to herself. "This camp will have real trouble."

Before she walked into the girls' locker room, Sue Ellen passed by and noticed her sour mood.

"What happened to you?"

"Those stupid activity makers and rule enforcers had me play a tough stupid game of kickball and I end up like this!" Dina was on the verge of breaking down crying.

"Didn't you have a way out of it?"

"No! They said to either play the game or spend the weekend in the isolation room with little to eat and no fun."

"That's tough. I'll meet with you when you come out and we'll discuss more of it."

"Thank you."

Dina went into the locker room and took her shower, coming out feeling better and more relaxed. But when she retreated to her room to get dressed, she was in for a very unpleasant surprise.

"Shall we talk more about what happened after I get dressed?" she asked Sue Ellen when she got in.

"Actually," she started as she was sitting on her bed, almost finished with knitting a colorful blanket for her Nana. "Didn't you her the intercom?"

"No. Why?"

"Dr. Saniuk called you into his office."

"For what?!"

"I don't know. He just asked you to go to his office immediately."

Flustered, Dina grabbed her clothes, went back to the locker room to get dressed, and then suspiciously made her way towards Dr. Saniuk's office.

"You wanted to see me?" she asked as she poked her head into Dr. Saniuk's office.

"Yes, come in please, Dina."

She closed the door behind her and wearily made her way towards one of the chairs that was situated in front of his desk.

Meanwhile, Sponge and Pinsky were on their way back in from the gym after a hard day of being forced to play full-court pressed basketball. Sponge was not in the mood to be playing such a game, being a computer wizard and all Pinsky wanted to do was to go socialize with the many girls that he saw heading towards the woods.

"I don't know about you," Sponge said to his pal, "but I'm starting to miss Camp Anawanna more and more everyday."

"I hear you. I feel as though we're in boot camp with even smaller wiggle room. At least there's the semiformal to look forward to."

"That's true. You have a date to that?"

"No. I'm probably going solo and magnet a couple of girls in my path. What about you, are you going to ask that Sue Ellen girl?"

"Probably. That is if Bob Kelly doesn't try to get in the way again. He's really been getting on my nerves."

"If he ever tries to pound you, we're here for you. Right, Budnick?"

They passed Budnick, who was in the former commuter lounge fixing his guitar. One of the strings had come off and he wanted to fix it and get it out of the way.

"What's that?"

"You don't get along with Bob Kelly either, do you?"

"No, I certainly don't and if he tries anything, I'll go mano-a-mano with him."

"What have you done all day?" Sponge asked, curious because he hadn't seen him all day.

"Just staying here and away from those two excuses for counselors."

"You've faced brutality from them as well?"

"Are you kidding? They make my relationship with Ug seem placid. Not only that, but the other day I spent the entire day in Dr. McKinley's office because they pushed my patience too far."

"Did he help at all?"

"Not too much. He listened very well, but didn't do anything."

At that point, Budnick's roommate Ed, showed up and walked toward him. "Hey, pal. Can you help me study for a quiz I have next year?"

"What test?" he asked incredulously.

"The SATS. Please. My family badly wants me to pass it so that I can get into a good college. They're all depending on me."

Budnick started to angrily protest when Pinsky spoke up and put his arm around Sponge. "We'll let you two have fun with that," he said. Then they went out and back to their room as Budnick disgustedly helped Ed.

Right as the two of them walked past the door, a furious Dina burst through the doors, right past them and up the stairs.

"What was that all about?" Sponge asked.

"Search me."

In their room, Sue Ellen had finished knitting her Nana the colorful blanket and had gotten underway knitting a beanie hat for her Grandpa. She was comfortable sitting on her bed with her activity and felt at peace. Unfortunately for her, it was abruptly disrupted as Dina opened the door in a huff and slammed it.

"Rough meeting?" she asked nervous and scared.

"Tell me something," Dina started, trying hard not to take her frustrations out on her. "Has any sleazy jerk framed you for someone else's injury during an activity?"

"No, why?"

"Dr. Saniuk called me in because someone twisted his ankle on the kickball field And another person says I'm at fault somehow So he told Dr. Saniuk"

Sue Ellen could do nothing but shake her head in disgust. "Did you state your innocence?"

"I certainly did, but he gave me two options: either do community service for the camp for a week, or miss the semiformal."

"I've been coming here for five years now and this place has been known to do that to people. Santiago and Putney are especially mean."

"So why do you keep coming here if you hate it as much as we do?"

"It's never my decision. My Dad goes on business trips every year around this time to a Canadian city. The last six years, it's been either Toronto, Montreal, Ottawa, Calgary, Edmonton or Vancouver."

"What does he do?"

"He's a salesman for a company that does business with Canada. He's originally from Victoria, and moved to Tampa when he was younger."

"And your Mom?"

"She remarried and moved to Connecticut with her husband eight years ago. She's been out of my life since. So it's just my Dad and me and it's been hellish that way. He insists on raising me by himself."

"You've been through quite a lot in your life, huh?"

"Sure have." Sue Ellen was tired of her knitting, so she got off her bed, slipped her flip-flops on and decided to get a head start to the cafeteria. Dina, now calmed down from the meeting, walked with her. "As if that's not enough, my Nana and Grandpa live an hour from us and they can't make the trip every week to see us."

"How are you so placid with your situation and not taking it out on other people?"

"It's just not in me to do that. It's not fair to other people. I have let it out to some people, but constructively. This camp has, if anything, taught me discipline when I didn't have it before."

"I give you credit, girlfriend. I wouldn't be able to do that if I had as much going on."

Sue Ellen simply rolled her eyes as they went into the cafeteria and went to go get her food and sit down.

Dina got her pizza with vegetables and sat down next to where Sponge and Pinsky were sitting.

"Dina, are you doing O.K.?" Pinsky said, walking over.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Why?"

"We just noticed your storming into the building," Sponge added, coming up from the other side of her.

"Dr. Saniuk just unfairly punished me for someone else's injury out on the kickball field."

"I bet someone framed you," Sponge replied. And prophetically, Bob Kelly walked near them and told his friend how funny it was to pin Dina for the kid's twisted ankle.

"Why that..." She jumped up from her seat and was more than ready to confront him.

"No, don't!" Sponge and Pinsky held her back. "When activities resume Monday, we'll tell Dr. Saniuk and have him straighten things out."

"Thanks, guys."

Budnick was tired out after helping Ed with his studying and he needed his pizza badly.

"You look exhausted, pal," Chef Lasko commented.

"Just how many slices of New York style are left?" he asked impatiently.

"Just coming out of the oven right now."

"Thank you."

Once he got that, he sat down at the table where his friends were.

"What happened?" Pinsky asked him.

"Ed had me help him study for three different subjects to prepare for the SATs, which he doesn't have to take for another two years."

"Never hurts to get a head start on that," Sponge reminded him.

Meanwhile, Donkeylips was finished with his duties for the day and retreated to his cool room and decided to take a nap before it was his division's turn for pizza.

The room was still somewhat of a mess with Rick's laundry and belongings on his side of the room. Donkeylips felt that he improved his cleanliness in the time they'd been with each other. As a result, their relationship warmed to an extent. He was still annoyed by his free riding ways and lazy nature.

"What have you been up to besides reading comic books?" he asked as he put his apron on a chair.

"Just talking to our neighbors."

"Tell me something: Why is it that you expect us to do everything while you do virtually nothing?"

"That's the way I am, pal," Rick answered, taking a big bite of a brownie he picked up from the kitchen. "My parents are very lenient and they don't care what we do, even if the TV sucks our brains out."

"Take my word for it," Donkeylips replied, lying down before closing his eyes. "You wouldn't last one day with that attitude at my old camp."

"My dad gets paid big dollars for doing virtually nothing as a security guard and my mom is a housewife, so what do I care?"

Donkeylips was already fast asleep.

Z.Z. and Telly had gotten in from their respective responsibilities and they had agreed to spend the night after dinner socializing with Hannah and Molly, having nothing else to do.

"Anything exciting today," Z.Z. asked her friend.

"Nothing much, except that loser Peter is really driving me crazy. He always brags about how his opinions on everything are better than mine are."

"Hope we don't run into him at dinner. I'll tell you something, I do like the fact that there are much fewer P.A. announcements than before. That was always annoying, don't you think?"

"Sure was. And about the silliest things, too."

Right on cue, Dr. Saniuk came on over the loudspeaker and said that their division was free to go to the cafeteria for dinner. The halls suddenly became loud and noisy, not to mention hectic with everyone wanting their pizza.

Telly was pushed aside by an eager camper, and Z.Z. was knocked over by another.

"Watch where you're going, wimps!" Telly called after them, furious.

"You're no special than we are!" Z.Z. added, equally angry.

"Guys are you okay?" Hannah implored, running up to them. Molly followed shortly after her, but much slower and uninterested.

"We're okay, but those people need to learn proper manners," Telly replied.

"Well, you can come with us and we'll talk."

"Thank you."

Molly simply nodded in agreement as they made their way toward the cafeteria to have their dinner, followed by dessert.

When they were done with that, they returned to Hannah and Molly's room, ready to socialize with them. Molly went to her bed and grabbed her school book to catch up on before going back to school in September.

"Will she be part of our discussions?" Z.Z. asked, sitting on the computer chair.

"She will, we'll get her in here later on," Hannah replied as she got comfortable on her bed and took her shoes and socks off.

"Aren't you tired of this camp after coming here so long?" Telly had to ask. She sat down on the bed next to her.

"Not really," Hannah responded, rubbing her tired feet and putting her pillow into her lap. "It's mostly for Molly to try to improve her social skills."

"There's nothing wrong with my social skills," Molly defensively replied.

"Our parents decided we should come here to help with that," her interactive twin continued. "For years, I was a socially inept girl that had difficulty making friends."

"Really, I would never have guessed it."

"Yeah, I was a different person when I started here."

"So why are you still here if that problem seems to be corrected."

"Just wanted to stay here and make my social skills even stronger. I now love to make new friends and when I saw you two come in for the first time, I saw it a golden opportunity. Most other people I've bonded with here haven't been the best people to get along with and Molly has had a hard time as a result."

Z.Z. and Telly looked at each other with amazement. Most people at Camp Anawanna aside from their closest friends didn't treat them very well either so they could relate.

Later on that night, shortly before the lights out warning came, Molly joined them, albeit reluctantly as they discussed their prospects for the semiformal. She sat with her sister on the bed and Z.Z. and Telly were in bean bags that they had.

"So who do you think will ask you," Z.Z. asked Hannah.

"Every year it's been someone different. Hopefully someone nice. How about you?"

"I don't know."

"Donkeylips maybe," Telly teased. Z.Z. looked ready to jump her. "What? Just a possibility."

"At our socials at our old camp, no one ever asked us, so I hope that changes here."