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Spinelli Woods, Esq.: I know, I felt sorry him too! I know, at five in the morning I'm like dead to the world! Make sure to read the author's note at the end.
LilVickiRyan: Tell me about it, I think smoking whomps! Not that I ever had or anything, but it still does! Yeah, my comp's been acting weird too, so I'm not going to be able to post for a few days, boo-hoo, make sure to read the author's note at the end.
Chapter Five: The First Night
After all the kids settled in, and after Vince and Lawson fought over who got bottom bunk (with the older of the two claiming victory), everyone scrambled into Mess Hall to get educated in the process of the tourneys. Larry as usual was the one giving the speech.
"As you kids know, Camp All-Star is a camp for sports and winning," he started. "So, let me enlighten you on how the championships work around here. Each time you win a sport, you get a little golden coin with the camp's title etched on it. If you get four of these, you are able to walk in the Winner's Walk that we have every night. Except for tonight, since tourneys don't start until tomorrow morning, and there will be a schedule posted daily. Whoever walks in the Winner's Walk gets a special award at the end of the procession. Now remember, keep the rules in mind as you play and play safe. And also remember the camp motto: Only the Best!"
Vince naturally was physched just thinking about being in that Winner's Walk. He was determined to get all four of his little coins in one day!
"The sound of those coins jingling and the sound of Lawson crying when I get them will make all the world to me," he thought gleefully as he listened to Larry continue about meal routine.
Bob thought this whole camp thing was...well, extremely stupid. A Winner's Walk? What kind of joke was that? What kind of crazy, competition-hungry place had his mother sent him to? The same thought crossed Lawson's mind as well, but he saw this competitve gleam in Vince's eye, and he automatically switched his brain into his "Gotta-Win-At-All- Costs" mode. He didn't care WHAT the event was, stupid or not, he just HAD to beat Vince at it.
"Hope you get a good night sleep, LaStupid," he smarted off at him after they were all heading back to the cabins. "I'd hate to see you running around on the battlefield while constantly falling asleep."
"Oh, I don't think I'll have any problem sleeping," Vince remarked with the same attitude. "Actually, I think I'd better be the one telling YOU to get a good night sleep."
THAT NIGHT AT AROUND TWELVE
Lawson was wide awake in his bed with his hands covering both ears. Vince wasn't kidding when he said that statement earlier. Who on earth would've guessed that THE Vince LaSalle snored? Like a locomotive? Lawson didn't think he could take it any longer. There was no way he was going to get any sleep with that noise breaking down his eardrums.
He grabbed his pillow from behind his head and tried blocking his ears with it. A little better, but the snoring was determined to made noticeable. He was beginning to wish he had brought some earmuffs or something--or maybe something to shove down Vince's throat and make him shut up. The crickets chirping outside didn't help matters either. How in the heck could Bob sleep through all this racket? He was sleeping peacefully on the top bunk as if there wasn't anything going on. He must've been used to a noisy household or something.
Lawson finally managed to get SOME sleep that night. That is until about five in the morning when Vince's alarm clock went off with a very irritating and very loud BEEP BEEP BEEP!!! Absolutely forgetting about the stupid device being in the room, and thanks to a lack of sleep, Lawson jumped awake, in the process ramming his head into the bottom of the top bunk (A/N: something that really happened to me, ow!), and staring sleepy eyed at Vince who was waking up with ease. Again, how could Bob sleep through that?
Vince noticed that he woken up his adversary, and gave him a smirk. "Oh, sorry. Hope I didn't disturb you to much."
"No, not at all," Lawson growled sarcastically.
"Okay, I'm off to run," he told him, heading for the door. "Hope you got plenty of sleep. According to this sheet here, we all have to get up in about two hours anyway."
Vince left out the door, and Lawson sort of stayed in a sleepy daze for a while before falling back hard on the bed and FINALLY getting some sleep. Until an hour later when the bugle horn blew anyway...
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * AUTHOR'S NOTE: Okay, my computer has been crashing for the past few days every time I get on the net. I'm lucky I was able to put this up today. Anyways, I believe we are trying to get a new computer, and once this whole problem gets fixed I will continue posting. So, please be patient while I go through this stupid computer thing. I apologize in advance for not being able to review anybody's stories.
Spinelli Woods, Esq.: I know, I felt sorry him too! I know, at five in the morning I'm like dead to the world! Make sure to read the author's note at the end.
LilVickiRyan: Tell me about it, I think smoking whomps! Not that I ever had or anything, but it still does! Yeah, my comp's been acting weird too, so I'm not going to be able to post for a few days, boo-hoo, make sure to read the author's note at the end.
Chapter Five: The First Night
After all the kids settled in, and after Vince and Lawson fought over who got bottom bunk (with the older of the two claiming victory), everyone scrambled into Mess Hall to get educated in the process of the tourneys. Larry as usual was the one giving the speech.
"As you kids know, Camp All-Star is a camp for sports and winning," he started. "So, let me enlighten you on how the championships work around here. Each time you win a sport, you get a little golden coin with the camp's title etched on it. If you get four of these, you are able to walk in the Winner's Walk that we have every night. Except for tonight, since tourneys don't start until tomorrow morning, and there will be a schedule posted daily. Whoever walks in the Winner's Walk gets a special award at the end of the procession. Now remember, keep the rules in mind as you play and play safe. And also remember the camp motto: Only the Best!"
Vince naturally was physched just thinking about being in that Winner's Walk. He was determined to get all four of his little coins in one day!
"The sound of those coins jingling and the sound of Lawson crying when I get them will make all the world to me," he thought gleefully as he listened to Larry continue about meal routine.
Bob thought this whole camp thing was...well, extremely stupid. A Winner's Walk? What kind of joke was that? What kind of crazy, competition-hungry place had his mother sent him to? The same thought crossed Lawson's mind as well, but he saw this competitve gleam in Vince's eye, and he automatically switched his brain into his "Gotta-Win-At-All- Costs" mode. He didn't care WHAT the event was, stupid or not, he just HAD to beat Vince at it.
"Hope you get a good night sleep, LaStupid," he smarted off at him after they were all heading back to the cabins. "I'd hate to see you running around on the battlefield while constantly falling asleep."
"Oh, I don't think I'll have any problem sleeping," Vince remarked with the same attitude. "Actually, I think I'd better be the one telling YOU to get a good night sleep."
THAT NIGHT AT AROUND TWELVE
Lawson was wide awake in his bed with his hands covering both ears. Vince wasn't kidding when he said that statement earlier. Who on earth would've guessed that THE Vince LaSalle snored? Like a locomotive? Lawson didn't think he could take it any longer. There was no way he was going to get any sleep with that noise breaking down his eardrums.
He grabbed his pillow from behind his head and tried blocking his ears with it. A little better, but the snoring was determined to made noticeable. He was beginning to wish he had brought some earmuffs or something--or maybe something to shove down Vince's throat and make him shut up. The crickets chirping outside didn't help matters either. How in the heck could Bob sleep through all this racket? He was sleeping peacefully on the top bunk as if there wasn't anything going on. He must've been used to a noisy household or something.
Lawson finally managed to get SOME sleep that night. That is until about five in the morning when Vince's alarm clock went off with a very irritating and very loud BEEP BEEP BEEP!!! Absolutely forgetting about the stupid device being in the room, and thanks to a lack of sleep, Lawson jumped awake, in the process ramming his head into the bottom of the top bunk (A/N: something that really happened to me, ow!), and staring sleepy eyed at Vince who was waking up with ease. Again, how could Bob sleep through that?
Vince noticed that he woken up his adversary, and gave him a smirk. "Oh, sorry. Hope I didn't disturb you to much."
"No, not at all," Lawson growled sarcastically.
"Okay, I'm off to run," he told him, heading for the door. "Hope you got plenty of sleep. According to this sheet here, we all have to get up in about two hours anyway."
Vince left out the door, and Lawson sort of stayed in a sleepy daze for a while before falling back hard on the bed and FINALLY getting some sleep. Until an hour later when the bugle horn blew anyway...
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * AUTHOR'S NOTE: Okay, my computer has been crashing for the past few days every time I get on the net. I'm lucky I was able to put this up today. Anyways, I believe we are trying to get a new computer, and once this whole problem gets fixed I will continue posting. So, please be patient while I go through this stupid computer thing. I apologize in advance for not being able to review anybody's stories.