More Wholesome Camp Fun

"All right class," Mrs. Reki held up the celestial hula-hoop. "Now breathe in, and exhale. Channel all that negative energy out of your body and let the crystals radiate the positive energy. Breathe in…and…WILL ALL OF YOU MISFITS STOP PLAYING WITH THEM?"

The Misfits were currently twirling around with their hula-hoops. "Hey this is how these things are supposed to be used anyhow," Fred told her. He had an extra large one that was able to go around his waist. "I should know I was the hula-hoop champion for three years back home."

"I could easily win the title," Pietro snickered as he effortlessly twirled the hoop around his waist.

"You people are idiots!" Scott groaned.

"You're just jealous because you can't do it!" Lance taunted.

"I could to do it!" Scott snapped.

"Can not!" Lance snapped.

"Oh really?" Beef asked. "Prove it!"

"Fine! I will!" Scott started to use the hula-hoop.

"Look who's talking," Jack said. "You can't do it either Beef!"

"Oh yeah?" Beef snapped. "I can do it longer than you!"

"You wish!" Jack started with his hula-hoop.

"Watch me!" Beef started with his as well.

"I am surrounded by idiots," Monet rubbed her temples.

"Welcome to my world," Tabitha told her.

"Stop it! Stop it! People please!" Mrs. Reki shouted. "These are instruments of healing and togetherness! They are not intended to be used in competition! Stop it! You are filling the area with negative vibes! Monet stop throwing yours against the wall! You're making dents in it!"

After twenty minutes of pleading and begging she finally managed to get them to stop. It took another twenty to get them to sit in a circle. "Okay maybe we should try expressing ourselves in other ways," She sighed. "Poetry is a good way. Anyone want to start? Ray?"

"Okay I got one," Ray sighed. "It's Called Why I am Glad I am no Longer Dating Tabitha. Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom…kerpow! Splat!"

"Uh very…visual," Mrs. Reki gulped.

"Here's some poetry," Tabitha glared at Ray. "Violets are blue. Roses are red. Ray's a big jerk. I wish he was dead."

"Ha, ha ha," Ray said sarcastically.

"Hey at least hers rhymed," Fred told him.

"I have one," Pietro grinned. "It's a haiku. Its called Jean. Telepathic snob. Thinks she's better than everyone. Completely clueless."

"Bravo!" Fred and the other Misfits clapped.

"What was that for?" Jean asked angrily.

"I felt like expressing myself," Pietro grinned. "You just happened to be my favorite target. Well one of them."

"Listen you jerk how would you like it if I expressed myself…?" Jean made a fist and started to shake it.

"NO! NO! THIS IS NOT WHAT I INTENDED!" Mrs. Reki shouted. "I did not intend for you to use these poems as put downs!"

"Why not? It's fun!" Pietro asked. "How about this one? Lance has no chance for romance with Kitty. It's really not pretty…"

"I like this one better! There once was a jerk named Pietro," Lance snapped.

"Who had an enormous ego," Jean continued.

"So everyone locked him up in a crate and shipped him off to Mars!" Scott snapped.

"That doesn't rhyme," Xi remarked.

"I know but I love the ending!" Scott said.

"What a bunch of morons," Manuel groaned.

"Here's my poem," Jack snapped. "The X-Men are dolts. The Misfits are crass. Alvers is an idiot and Summers has a stick up his..."

"You want some of this?" Scott shot up and brandished his fist.

"Hey Summers I got a great idea for an exercise in togetherness!" Lance snapped. "I say the two of us beat the stuffing out of these jerks!"

"Now that's an activity I think I can handle!" Scott agreed.

"No! No!" Mrs. Reki shouted as Scott and Lance pounced on Jack. Beef and Manuel came to their teammate's defense. Of course Pietro, Xi and Ray also had to step into the fray as well. "THIS IS NOT THE WAY TO GET HEALTHY!"

"So how are things going Mrs…." Harvey walked in and saw the chaos. "Oh my. EVERYONE CALM DOWN NOW! PLEASE! NO FIGHTING! WHY DON'T WE ALL JUST MEDITATE?"

"Good idea! I'm gonna go meditate at the nearest bar!" Mrs. Reki moaned as she left the room.