Chapter 6
Emma moaned in protest at the first sounding of the trumpet. Great. The morning wake-up call. Worse than any alarm clock. She flopped an arm out gracelessly, searching for SOMETHING to hit to make the awful noise stop. "THAT's not going to work, Emma," she mumbled sleepily. Rubbing her eyes with her fists. "Just not gonna. Today's…oh.my.god! Josie! Tiffany! Get up! Wake up! Today's cabin inspection!" she shot straight up in her bed. "It's cabin inspection," she said frantically as she shoved off the bed. "E—yuck! What is that?" she cringed when she felt something thick and sticky oozing between her toes. Her blue eyes went wide with horror as she got her first GOOD look at the cabin.
Silly string, chocolate sauce, honey, shaving cream—she bit back a scream when a hand popped through the white mound on the bed beside her, and oh goodness, she thought when Tiffany blinked her hazel eyes open with a soft moan. She blinked once, twice, three times before her eyes shot wide open and crossed looking at the twizzlers sticking out of her nose. "Emma?" she asked in a panicked little voice. "Oh no! Emma! I should have listened to my mom! She always told me 'you are what you eat.' Emma!" she shrieked. "My toes turned to marshmallows! What am I going to do?" When she spotted the chalky line surrounding her body, she screamed hysterically. "I'm dead! I'm dead!"
"Shut up, Tiffany!" Josie shouted as she fumbled blindly for her glasses. "Oh no, Emma. Something terrible's happened," she gasped. "I'm blind!" "No, you're not," Emma rolled her eyes. Slipping and sliding to Josie's bedside and plucking the candy-coated glasses off her nose. Josie squinted and growled. "They ruined my glasses. They are SO dead. Emma?" she grabbed on to her. "What's that on your forehead?" "I'm dead! I'm dead!" Tiffany continued to scream in the background. Emma ducked and dodged falling water and Kool-Aid-filled balloons as she practically skated to the mirror across the room. Spoiled Brat. SPOILED BRAT?!?! Her scream bounced off the walls of the small cabin, finally breaking Tiffany free from her state of shock. "LEIA LOPEZ-FITZGERALD!"
"You called?" a smug voice asked. Peeking through the screened windows in front, and Josie had to physically restrain Emma from barreling toward the door. "I'm dead! I'm dead!" Tiffany began to yell again. Bringing the camp counselors running. Kelly snickered beside Leia as the bold little brunette placed her hands on her hips and spoke to her nemesis. "What's the matter, Princess? Don't like your present? Not ready to admit defeat yet?" "What is the meaning of this?" H.H. (abbreviation for Head Honcho, Josie surmised) Mills demanded an explanation. Her hand poised to yank the door open. "Ms. Mills," Anne pleaded timidly. "I don't think…" The door was flung open before she could finish the thought. "…you should go in there," she muttered as the bucket poised above the front door tipped, and she was talking slow-mo, and black ink rained down on the Big Cheese's upturned face. A blond brow was barely visibly beneath the yucky stuff as it raised in the most threatening manner either Emma or Leia had ever seen. "YOU," she grabbed Emma forcibly by the arm, "and YOU," she caught Leia by the tail of her camp tee, "are coming with me," she growled. "Somebody shut her up," she tossed her head at Tiffany who continued to bemoan the fact that she was 'dead.' Josie plucked a marshmallow from Tiffany's big toe and shoved it into her mouth, and Kelly clamped a hand over her mouth as she clattered down the cabin steps. "GROSS!"
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Emma crossed her arms about her middle, snubbed her nose high up in the air, and stomped over to HER side of the cabin. The isolation cabin! Leia huffed and puffed as she threw her bulging case onto the musty-smelling bed spread on HER side. Emma stuck her tongue out at Leia when she caught her glimpsing in her direction. "Do you have a staring problem or what? What's your problem? I don't know WHY you're mad at ME. I didn't do anything. This is ALL your fault." "Yeah, right," Leia rolled her blue eyes back at her. "All MY fault? If you hadn't been such a stuck-up snob in the first place…" "Me? I'm the stuck-up snob? Get your facts straight. You must have burned so many of your limited I.Q. points trying to remember how to spell this," she jabbed a finger at her still painted forehead, "correctly."
"Correctly," Leia snorted. "Do you hear yourself? Who talks like that? Snobs," she muttered. "And I didn't burn any of my I.Q. points, thank you very much. And I happen to think it's a masterpiece. It did wonders for your look," she shot back. "HEY!" she stomped across the room with a menacing scowl stamped across her face when the back of her dark head was introduced to Emma's rock-hard pillow. "Did that knock some sense into your hard head?" Emma rapped her knuckles against Leia's dark crown. "Watch it, Crane," Leia warned. "Oh, I'm SO scared," Emma pretended to cower. "Back off, Lopez-Fitzgerald," she said. Blue eyes flashing. "Ugh!" Leia threw her hands up in the air and whirled on her heel. "Hmph," Emma grinned, white teeth gleaming. Until her rock-hard pillow and her face got reintroduced. "You don't mess with Leia Lo-Fitz," Leia jeered. "Just you wait," Emma promised. "You have to fall asleep sometime." "Go ahead," Leia snarled. "Make my day." Emma rolled her blue eyes at her before throwing herself on her mattress.
"Mother…do you really think this is wise? They're going to kill each other before the rest of the month is up." "Nonsense, dear," the older woman shook her head as she carefully descended the steps and hurried through the worn trail leading to the main camp. "They're sisters. It's a love/hate relationship. You'll see." The daughter stood. Dumbfounded. "But Mother…they're not…" "Susan, dear. Please do hurry up before it starts pouring, or you're going to get soaked." Susan glanced back at the isolation cabin one last time, knowing it might be the last time Emma Crane or Leia Lopez-Fitzgerald were seen. ALIVE. Those two were going to kill each other. She was sure of it. "Susan! Hurry!" Almost 100% positive.
Sorry for the boring chapter. What can I say? Some chapters are better than others. : )
Emma moaned in protest at the first sounding of the trumpet. Great. The morning wake-up call. Worse than any alarm clock. She flopped an arm out gracelessly, searching for SOMETHING to hit to make the awful noise stop. "THAT's not going to work, Emma," she mumbled sleepily. Rubbing her eyes with her fists. "Just not gonna. Today's…oh.my.god! Josie! Tiffany! Get up! Wake up! Today's cabin inspection!" she shot straight up in her bed. "It's cabin inspection," she said frantically as she shoved off the bed. "E—yuck! What is that?" she cringed when she felt something thick and sticky oozing between her toes. Her blue eyes went wide with horror as she got her first GOOD look at the cabin.
Silly string, chocolate sauce, honey, shaving cream—she bit back a scream when a hand popped through the white mound on the bed beside her, and oh goodness, she thought when Tiffany blinked her hazel eyes open with a soft moan. She blinked once, twice, three times before her eyes shot wide open and crossed looking at the twizzlers sticking out of her nose. "Emma?" she asked in a panicked little voice. "Oh no! Emma! I should have listened to my mom! She always told me 'you are what you eat.' Emma!" she shrieked. "My toes turned to marshmallows! What am I going to do?" When she spotted the chalky line surrounding her body, she screamed hysterically. "I'm dead! I'm dead!"
"Shut up, Tiffany!" Josie shouted as she fumbled blindly for her glasses. "Oh no, Emma. Something terrible's happened," she gasped. "I'm blind!" "No, you're not," Emma rolled her eyes. Slipping and sliding to Josie's bedside and plucking the candy-coated glasses off her nose. Josie squinted and growled. "They ruined my glasses. They are SO dead. Emma?" she grabbed on to her. "What's that on your forehead?" "I'm dead! I'm dead!" Tiffany continued to scream in the background. Emma ducked and dodged falling water and Kool-Aid-filled balloons as she practically skated to the mirror across the room. Spoiled Brat. SPOILED BRAT?!?! Her scream bounced off the walls of the small cabin, finally breaking Tiffany free from her state of shock. "LEIA LOPEZ-FITZGERALD!"
"You called?" a smug voice asked. Peeking through the screened windows in front, and Josie had to physically restrain Emma from barreling toward the door. "I'm dead! I'm dead!" Tiffany began to yell again. Bringing the camp counselors running. Kelly snickered beside Leia as the bold little brunette placed her hands on her hips and spoke to her nemesis. "What's the matter, Princess? Don't like your present? Not ready to admit defeat yet?" "What is the meaning of this?" H.H. (abbreviation for Head Honcho, Josie surmised) Mills demanded an explanation. Her hand poised to yank the door open. "Ms. Mills," Anne pleaded timidly. "I don't think…" The door was flung open before she could finish the thought. "…you should go in there," she muttered as the bucket poised above the front door tipped, and she was talking slow-mo, and black ink rained down on the Big Cheese's upturned face. A blond brow was barely visibly beneath the yucky stuff as it raised in the most threatening manner either Emma or Leia had ever seen. "YOU," she grabbed Emma forcibly by the arm, "and YOU," she caught Leia by the tail of her camp tee, "are coming with me," she growled. "Somebody shut her up," she tossed her head at Tiffany who continued to bemoan the fact that she was 'dead.' Josie plucked a marshmallow from Tiffany's big toe and shoved it into her mouth, and Kelly clamped a hand over her mouth as she clattered down the cabin steps. "GROSS!"
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Emma crossed her arms about her middle, snubbed her nose high up in the air, and stomped over to HER side of the cabin. The isolation cabin! Leia huffed and puffed as she threw her bulging case onto the musty-smelling bed spread on HER side. Emma stuck her tongue out at Leia when she caught her glimpsing in her direction. "Do you have a staring problem or what? What's your problem? I don't know WHY you're mad at ME. I didn't do anything. This is ALL your fault." "Yeah, right," Leia rolled her blue eyes back at her. "All MY fault? If you hadn't been such a stuck-up snob in the first place…" "Me? I'm the stuck-up snob? Get your facts straight. You must have burned so many of your limited I.Q. points trying to remember how to spell this," she jabbed a finger at her still painted forehead, "correctly."
"Correctly," Leia snorted. "Do you hear yourself? Who talks like that? Snobs," she muttered. "And I didn't burn any of my I.Q. points, thank you very much. And I happen to think it's a masterpiece. It did wonders for your look," she shot back. "HEY!" she stomped across the room with a menacing scowl stamped across her face when the back of her dark head was introduced to Emma's rock-hard pillow. "Did that knock some sense into your hard head?" Emma rapped her knuckles against Leia's dark crown. "Watch it, Crane," Leia warned. "Oh, I'm SO scared," Emma pretended to cower. "Back off, Lopez-Fitzgerald," she said. Blue eyes flashing. "Ugh!" Leia threw her hands up in the air and whirled on her heel. "Hmph," Emma grinned, white teeth gleaming. Until her rock-hard pillow and her face got reintroduced. "You don't mess with Leia Lo-Fitz," Leia jeered. "Just you wait," Emma promised. "You have to fall asleep sometime." "Go ahead," Leia snarled. "Make my day." Emma rolled her blue eyes at her before throwing herself on her mattress.
"Mother…do you really think this is wise? They're going to kill each other before the rest of the month is up." "Nonsense, dear," the older woman shook her head as she carefully descended the steps and hurried through the worn trail leading to the main camp. "They're sisters. It's a love/hate relationship. You'll see." The daughter stood. Dumbfounded. "But Mother…they're not…" "Susan, dear. Please do hurry up before it starts pouring, or you're going to get soaked." Susan glanced back at the isolation cabin one last time, knowing it might be the last time Emma Crane or Leia Lopez-Fitzgerald were seen. ALIVE. Those two were going to kill each other. She was sure of it. "Susan! Hurry!" Almost 100% positive.
Sorry for the boring chapter. What can I say? Some chapters are better than others. : )