"Lunch time, campers!"

"Shut your face, you're not my mom." I groaned, looking at my fellow cabin mates.

"True that." Kevin said. Oh Kevin, my auburn haired, 10 year old bud.

"Alright, what is that?" I asked when we got there. It was some kind of... meat? Maybe. Aaron came up behind me, with my brother and Matt, and scared the begibees out of me. I glared at them as they sat down, and pulled Aaron's blonde hair. He laughed at me.

"So, how's life in Flamingo? Gay enough for you?" I asked, making fun of him. Oh no, Aaron wasn't gay, neither was Matt, and by the way my brother acted, I was sure he wasn't gay either. But calling them gay was fun.

"No, we need some rainbows and sparkles!" Matt joked. I roled my eyes, and reached over, pulling on his hair with the assistance of Monica. Kayla lounged back and laughed.

"How are our newest campers?" It was Ms. Wendy's-Spokes-Girl, back for another assault.

"Terrible." Kayla respnded.

"Oh, isn't that horrible? But don't worry! We start group therapy in an hour. Good news, Flamingo and Sea Shore are partner cabins." Oh yay! More quality time with Mr. Gluctose. Shoot me, shoot me now! I hated them all! Too happy. Much too happy. M.G. and Ms. Sue Ella. What a joke.

"They're not that bad after a while." Singer reasured, flicking her bangs out of her eyes.

"Oh I bet. What, do they start singing camp songs?" Little A joked. Then everyone introduced themselves. The boys LIttle A, Matt, and Aaron were bunking with were called Skitz, Ireland, and Sup?. It was actually kind of annoying. Sup? Said like three words ever. And it was annoying as hell. Kevin was talking to Skitz, who at the same time was talking to Nick. Poor kid.

Kayla POV

Well, I didn't hate this place. Entirely. It was annoying, or rather Ms. Sue Ella and M. G. were annoying. I was glad that my friends were here, though. It would really suck if they weren't.

"Stealing a bike wasn't my smartest decision. But it was fun as heck!" I called. Mr. Gluctose shook his head.

"That's not a good way to think about your crime, Kayla."

"Sureee it isn't." I responded. We were in a circle. Skitz, Kevin, Ireland, Sup?, Singer, Matt, Aaron, Monica, Dani, Little A, Monkey, and myself sat in a wide circle, big enough to fit 12 people. The person talking would stand in the center.

"Ok, Aaron. Up next!" Aaron stood up, looking around at everyone like they might just kill him.

"First question: why did you decide to shoot the fireworks at a tree?"

"I didn't."

"Oh? And who did?"

"Nobody."

"Then how did that happen?"

"Accident."

"So you just by accidently shot a firework at a tree."

"Like Matt told the officer, the tree jumped in front of the firework."

"Your sarcasm isn't funny mister." But the rest of us thought it was.

"Ok, Patrick?" Sup? stood up.

"Why did you steal from that old man."

"I dunno."

"Why don't you know?"

"I dunno."

"And why aren't you giving me straight answers?"

"Because I don't want to."

"Alrighty. Bianca, your turn!" Monkey stood up, and before standing in the center, kissed Sup? on the lips.

"Innapropriate. Now, why did you break into the monkey cage at the zoo?"

"Cuz monkeys are awesome."

"But that doesn't explain your actions."

"Does the fact that I was bored as hell explain my actions?" She sat back down, and M. G. roled his eyes.

"Ok then. Monica."

"Yup."

"Why did you blow up that tree?"

"Why are you asking us retarted questions?"

"Don't talk back to your superior."

"Why?"

"B-because, um, sit down now young lady!"

"Whatever, whatever."

"Danielle."

"Mmhmm?"

"Why were you hiding fireworks."

"Cuz I like them. Why else would I be hiding them? Cuz I hate them?"

"I asked for an answer, not a sarcastic response."

It went on like this for 20 more minutes. I was bored, so I fell asleep until Little A woke me up. Listening to the obnoxious snoring of male campers, I followed my frends back into our cabin.

The inside was bright pink. It had posters of some pretty... intersting things. Puppies, kitties, the ocean, old books like Little Women or something, a picture of smiling children, and the JOnas Brothers. It was actually rather scary. I hated it. There were 3 bunk beds, 2 beds to each. I was on the bottom of Singer's. She was really kind of intimidating. But not that bad. I actually didn't mind her very much. She was nice.

"So, how'd you like that kiss?" Sup? asked Monkey before she got inside. I laughed at her response.

"It was ok. Though I know you liked it."

"Ha-ha. I'll see you tomorrow." That was the most I'd actually heard Sup? talk. His voice had a slight New York accent to it, kind of like Little A and Dani's mom.

"So, do you guys go to bed right away?" Monica asked.

"Usually. We're up around 6." 6? Ok, I've never woken up at 6 in my life before.

"6?" Apparently neither had Dani.

Little A POV

Nope, nope. Not happening. I would not do their stupid dare. Why? Oh because it was making me kiss Kayla.

"Nope." I shook my head. The guyss laughed.

"Why, is baby ch-ch-chicken! Buck buck!" Skitz made me feel really uncomfortable under his glare.

"No, I seriously will not kiss her."

"Why, is something wrong with my sister?" Matt cracked his knuckles and neck mancingly, and I hurridly shook my head. "Then why won't you kiss her?"

"Cuz you'll kill me." And he would, too. Last year, Jack Sullivan tried to pull a move on her, and Matt almost sent him to the hospital. He gave him two black eyes, bruised ribs, a nose bleed, and a split lip. Yeah, wouldn't want that to happen.

"I give you premision. I wanna see her throw up from kissing you."

"Thanks man, real nice."

I was going to be kissing Kayla. Oh shit.