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"4. Do not steal any of the Ares cabin's weapons and replace them with fluffy, cuddly, non-dangerous toys."

Connor

I watched the Ares campers rush out of their cabin, and when they had all gone, I motioned for Travis to go in, me following close behind. We closed the door and began.

Travis took out the teddies, and I took out the foam weapons. We rummaged around and looked for all the weapons, putting them in the backpack when we found them. Eventually we figured we had them all, and started putting the soft toys in their place. Then we snuck out of the Ares cabin and back to ours.

The problems started a few hours later, when Clarrise was back from training. Travis and I were walking along, minding our own businesses when suddenly we came face to face with a spear head. A crackling, electric spear head.

Crap.

Clarrise had noticed the missing weapons, and it seemed she had taken lamer- sorry, maimer- with her to training.

"Where did you put them?" She growled menacingly.

Travis gulped and tried to answer back with a witty remark (at least I think it was going to be witty.), but Clarrise stopped him.

"Don't try and say that you didn't do it." She snarled. "I know you did."

"It was his fault!" Travis blurted, pointing at me, and at that moment, I wished my brother would be abducted by aliens, or crushed by a meteor. Because, to be honest, we only need one Stoll to do the work, right? Luckily, Travis and I are both terrible liars (Honestly, if I wasn't an amazing prankster I would wonder if my dad was even Hermes at all!) and so Clarrise sensed the half lie and turned on Travis.

"You did it too."

I took that moment to try and run away. I had made it five feet before I tripped over a stone in the ground. Damn. I was dead now. I would be an electrified shish kebab.

As Clarrise advanced on me, I remembered something. Every time a camper had tried to kill me so far, Lou Ellen had saved me. Maybe she would save me again.

As Clarrise pulled me up by the scruff of my shirt, I began to rethink. I was toast. I hadn't even written my will yet! Honestly, the least Clarrise could have done was to let me say goodbye!

She dragged me to the big house, my feet scuffing the ground. There, she led me into a random room covered in muck and stains. Then she gave me a toothbrush.

"Clean up all this muck. Okay?" She ordered. I complied, because Connor Kebabs were not something I wanted on the dinner menu.

Soon, I had really gotten into it, and maybe two hours later, as I was scrubbing a particularly nasty stain, I heard a voice behind me.

"I never thought cleaning a room with a toothbrush was fun."

I spun around, and there, standing in the doorway, was Lou Ellen.

"You couldn't have come three hours ago?" I demanded, waving the toothbrush around.

"I was busy."

"Busy doing what?" I asked.

"Do you want to know?" She replied, smiling. I nodded.

Lou pulled out a small grenade and chucked it at me. It exploded over me, and settled on my clothes.

"Why did you-" I clamped my mouth shut. The sound that had come out was not my voice. It was a dog's voice. I glared at Lou Ellen. She had thrown me a dog-bomb.

This was so not fair. Now I would be stuck barking like a dog for the next week.

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QOTD: Do you guys think Lou Ellen is her full name, or just her first name? I think of it as Ellen being her surname, and Lou being her first name, but what do you think? Tell me!