TWO FOR ONE

I don't own the GH or Parent Trap

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It was a peaceful summer day in Maine as a swarm of teenage girls were settling in at camp. One of these girls was eleven-year-old Crissy Morgan from Port Charles New York.

"Great," Crissy said looking at a pile of duffel bags, "how am I going to get my bag."

"I'll help," said a girl coming over, "must be new."

"Yeh," said Crissy.

"I'm Bianca," said Bianca, "from DC."

"Crissy," said Crissy, "from New York."

"NEW YORK," said another girl pulling out Crissy's bag then hers, "have you ever been on MTV."

"Oh," said Crissy, "I live in Port Charles a small town outside of Manhattan."

"By the way," said the other girl, "my name is Julie and I'm in Arapaho."

"So am I," said Bianca.

"And," said Crissy.

Just then the counselor Amelia Ross blasted, "CRISSY MORGAN.ARAPAHO."

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On the other side of camp Zander Smith was pulling up in an old jeep with Harmony Mathews.

"Zand," said Harmony, "I'll miss you So much."

"I'll miss you to Harm,' said Zander, "It's only eight weeks."

"Right," said Harmony, "eight weeks."

"I'll feed Rosie for you and take care of your mother," said Zander.

"You better," said Harmony.

Zander pulled away as Amelia came over.

"Harmony," said Amelia, "so how was the ride from Reno."

"Fine," said Harmony,"