A.N.: Hey again! *Waves* 'Sup y'all? Y'all liking this so far? I hope so.
It's fun to write it. *rubs hands together* Now.where'd I leave off? Ah,
yes. Gordo's sitting with Lizzie. I remember now. Hehehe. Enjoy! Oh, I've
also made up some more characters, so the class isn't so small. Also, not
all classmates will have lines. Sorry it took me so long. I honestly
thought I had already posted this chapter! Once more, Enjoy!
Campsite.
"Okay class, your Tent Mates and Rafting Buddies have been posted on the clipboards on the picnic table," Mrs. Lynch informed her class. "Please check to see who you are with then set up your tents."
Everyone hurried over to read the lists. Here's what they said.
Tent Mates:
Lizzie, Miranda, & Lenore
Ethan, Larry, & Gordo
Kate, Claire, & Sissy
Ben, James, & Heath
Kali, Tesia, & Leona
Jonathan, Chris, & Adam
Kelly, Kimberly, & Kathy
Sammy, Timmy, & Bobby
Susie, Carrie, & Mary
Rafting Buddies:
Lizzie, Lenore, Kate, & James
Ethan, Miranda, Ben, & Leona
Claire, Bobby, Jonathan, & Larry
Heath, Tesia, Gordo, & Sissy
Kali, Kimberly, Kathy, & Kelly
Adam, Sammy, Susie, & Mary
Carrie, Timmy, & Chris
Lizzie groaned when she saw who her rafting buddies were. She couldn't believe her misfortune. But wait. Was it really a misfortune having Lenore close enough to make sure she stayed away from Gordo? Hmm. That was something she was going to have to figure out.and fast.
"Hey Lizzie!" Lenore shouted happily. "We're together for everything so far! We're gonna have so much fun!"
"Little does she know." Miranda thought, starting to feel bad for their new friend.
"Yeah, fun," Lizzie answered, nodding slightly and forcing a smile onto her face. "Lots of fun."
Lenore grinned at her, then started to unpack their tent, with Miranda's help. She was slightly distracted though, as Gordo's tent was straight across the clearing from theirs, and he'd just bent over, so she now had a nice view of his butt.
Lizzie saw Lenore smirk and looked to see what she was looking at. She spotted Gordo and rolled her eyes. "Oh, puh-lease," she thought. "She can't have it THAT bad yet. She's only known him about a week."
"I could use some help here!" Miranda called then, snapping both girls out of their dazes.
Both Lenore and Lizzie couldn't help but laugh some when they saw the tent fall on top of Miranda. They both helped her get the tent off, then, together, set it up. Once done, they joined the group of kids who'd also finished, and sat around the camp fire Mrs. Lynch had built.
"Once everyone is settled, we shall hold a traditional ghost story telling contest," Mrs. Lynch stated. "Whoever has the worst story shall have to sleep in the extra tent all by themselves."
Lenore's eyes widen slightly, as she HATED ghost stories with a passion. As it was, every time her brothers told her one, they'd get grounded for scaring her.
"Mrs. Lynch," Lenore called softly. "Um. Do we ALL have to participate in this?"
"Why, of course Dear," Mrs. Lynch smiled. "It's a class activity. All must participate if they want to share a tent with their friends."
Lenore gulped quietly. "Okie."
"Now, who would like to start?" Mrs. Lynch asked.
"I will!" Lizzie exclaimed, as she'd noted the look on Lenore's face. "I've a good one!"
"What's it called?" Larry wanted to know.
"The Boy With The Golden Arm," Lizzie answered. "My Dad told it to me when I was little and we went camping."
"Okay, as IF we care," Claire scoffed. "Get on with it already."
Lizzie rolled her eyes, then started. "Once, there was a boy who got hit by a car when he was seven. His family was extremely rich, so his father, who loved him very much, had a golden arm made for him. When he was ten, the boy was struck by a car again, but this time he died instantly. He was buried with his golden arm. Years later, two guys were in a bar. One began telling the other about the rumor. 'There was a boy who died years ago. Rumor has it he had a golden arm and was buried with it. Wanna go dig him up and see it that rumor is true?' The other man nodded his agreement. 'Sure,' he said. 'Let's go see if there is a boy with a golden arm. If so, we can steal his arm, and pawn it for money, and become rich.' So, the two men set off for the town's cemetery. After stumbling amongst the tombstones they found the boy's headstone. They took their shovels and began to dig him up. Once they'd finally dug him up, they opened his casket. Sure enough, there inside, next to a skeleton, lay the boy's golden arm. The two men took the golden arm, and then re-buried the boy's remains. They went back to the Hotel above the bar, and went to sleep. While they were sleeping, something strange happened outside."
Lizzie stood up then, really getting into her story. "The boy's spirit was roaming around the streets of the town. As he walked, he moaned, 'Who has my golden arm? Who has my golden arm? Who has my golden arm?'"
As Lizzie said this, she wandered around the circle behind her classmates with her arms outstretched. She went around, only to stop behind Lenore, who wasn't paying attention, as she'd begun to tune the story out shortly after it'd started.
"Who has my golden arm?" Lizzie said again, then grabbed Lenore's shoulders, and screamed loudly, "YOU!"
"AHHHHHH!" Lenore shrieked as she jumped 'bout five feet in the air.
Everyone began to laugh hysterically, all but poor Lenore, who was trying to get her breathing back to normal.
Gordo stopped laughing as he watched Lenore's eyes well up with tears. It was then he realized that she honestly hadn't been paying attention to the story, and had had the life scared out of her. He began to feel bad for laughing at her, when it'd obviously upset her. He hadn't thought much of it when Lizzie and Miranda had left her to sit by herself, but he was starting to think now, that they'd done it purposely, so Lizzie could scare her. He sighed as he got up, and headed for his upset friend.
Lenore had buried her head in her hands to try and hide her tears. Lizzie had honestly scared the living daylights out of her. She jumped again, when someone suddenly spoke softly.
"You okay?" The voice asked concerned.
Lenore looked up, only to find Gordo staring back at her. She could feel her face go hot, and knew that she was now indeed blushing profoundly. She bit her lip and looked down again.
"Yeah," she trailed off quietly.
Gordo sat down next to her, and pulled her into a hug. "Hey, it's okay. It was just a stupid story."
Lizzie happened to overhear him and frowned. "It was NOT a stupid story!" She thought angrily. "A) My Dad told it to me, and B) it scared the daylights out of Lenore."
The ghost story competition continued, and wound up with, as she'd feared, Lenore losing horribly. Heck. Even Ethan Craft had told a better story than her, and he was pretty dense at times.
"Mrs. Lynch, do I REALLY have to sleep in that tent all alone?" Lenore asked worriedly, praying her teacher would say no. "Do I?"
"Yes, Lenore, you do," Mrs. Lynch answered. "There's nothing to be afraid of. Our tents are all together. Nothing and no one is going to hurt you."
"Haha! She's scared!" Claire taunted. "What a chicken! Buck! Buck! Buck!"
"Wimp," Kate sneered.
Lizzie snickered, and elbowed Miranda, to get her to do the same.
All Lenore's other classmates began to laugh and tease her as well; all but Gordo, that is. He remained silent, and stayed at her side.
"Okay class, time to hit the sack," Mrs. Lynch told them. "Get ready for bed, then go to your designated tents. I ask you not to chit-chat for too long, as we'll be getting up bright and early tomorrow, so we can pack up and head out on the rafts."
Everyone got ready for bed, then went to their designated tents, and zonked out shortly afterwards. Only one student remained wide-awake, though she didn't know one of her fellow classmates was also awake.
Lenore lay in the tent, all alone, listening to the creepy noises nature was making outside. She gulped, and slithered further down into her sleeping bag, clutching her teddy bear tightly. She'd never told anyone other than her brothers, that one of her biggest fears was to be alone in the woods after dark. Sure, technically she wasn't alone, but at the same time she was. She heard a noise right outside the tent door then and froze, preparing to scream should she have to. She watched as someone unzipped the tent door, and was relieved when she saw a familiar face poke in.
Gordo couldn't bear the thought of leaving Lenore all alone in the tent Mrs. Lynch had given her, knowing just how scared she truly had been. So, he'd decided to go over and check on her, even though it was against the rules. He unzipped her tent door, hoping he wouldn't be scaring her.
"Hey," he said softly, smiling, when she looked up at him, out from under her covers. "You okay?"
Lenore let out a relieved sigh. "No," she admitted in a whisper. "I'm - I'm scared."
Gordo came into her tent, and zipped the door back up, then lay down next to her on the spare sleeping bag.
"There's nothing to be afraid of," he told her quietly. "I'll protect you."
Lenore smiled shyly at him. "Thanks Gordo."
"No problem," Gordo smiled back. "I've done it for both Lizzie and Miranda before. And Kate, when she was still our friend."
"I take it you're staying here then, right?" Lenore queried hopefully.
"Yep," Gordo answered. "If you want me to, I will."
Lenore clutched her Teddy tighter, and snuggled up next to him. "I want you to."
Gordo snuggled down into his sleeping bag, and wrapped her in a hug, that he could tell she desperately needed. They fell asleep then; him holding her close, and her with her face buried into his chest.
A.N.: Well, there y'all go! A nice long chapter. Well, it seemed long anyway. Lol. Think it's the longest thus far, don't you? Hope y'all still liking this story! Wonder what Lizzie will think if/when she finds out they shared a tent? Hehehe. *Grins devilishly* Well, Adios! Nighty-night night! *Hugs* KTBSPA & KTNTPA & KTACPA & KTJTPA & KTKCPA & KTCPA & KTJTTPA & KTRSPA & KTCAPA!!!!!
Campsite.
"Okay class, your Tent Mates and Rafting Buddies have been posted on the clipboards on the picnic table," Mrs. Lynch informed her class. "Please check to see who you are with then set up your tents."
Everyone hurried over to read the lists. Here's what they said.
Tent Mates:
Lizzie, Miranda, & Lenore
Ethan, Larry, & Gordo
Kate, Claire, & Sissy
Ben, James, & Heath
Kali, Tesia, & Leona
Jonathan, Chris, & Adam
Kelly, Kimberly, & Kathy
Sammy, Timmy, & Bobby
Susie, Carrie, & Mary
Rafting Buddies:
Lizzie, Lenore, Kate, & James
Ethan, Miranda, Ben, & Leona
Claire, Bobby, Jonathan, & Larry
Heath, Tesia, Gordo, & Sissy
Kali, Kimberly, Kathy, & Kelly
Adam, Sammy, Susie, & Mary
Carrie, Timmy, & Chris
Lizzie groaned when she saw who her rafting buddies were. She couldn't believe her misfortune. But wait. Was it really a misfortune having Lenore close enough to make sure she stayed away from Gordo? Hmm. That was something she was going to have to figure out.and fast.
"Hey Lizzie!" Lenore shouted happily. "We're together for everything so far! We're gonna have so much fun!"
"Little does she know." Miranda thought, starting to feel bad for their new friend.
"Yeah, fun," Lizzie answered, nodding slightly and forcing a smile onto her face. "Lots of fun."
Lenore grinned at her, then started to unpack their tent, with Miranda's help. She was slightly distracted though, as Gordo's tent was straight across the clearing from theirs, and he'd just bent over, so she now had a nice view of his butt.
Lizzie saw Lenore smirk and looked to see what she was looking at. She spotted Gordo and rolled her eyes. "Oh, puh-lease," she thought. "She can't have it THAT bad yet. She's only known him about a week."
"I could use some help here!" Miranda called then, snapping both girls out of their dazes.
Both Lenore and Lizzie couldn't help but laugh some when they saw the tent fall on top of Miranda. They both helped her get the tent off, then, together, set it up. Once done, they joined the group of kids who'd also finished, and sat around the camp fire Mrs. Lynch had built.
"Once everyone is settled, we shall hold a traditional ghost story telling contest," Mrs. Lynch stated. "Whoever has the worst story shall have to sleep in the extra tent all by themselves."
Lenore's eyes widen slightly, as she HATED ghost stories with a passion. As it was, every time her brothers told her one, they'd get grounded for scaring her.
"Mrs. Lynch," Lenore called softly. "Um. Do we ALL have to participate in this?"
"Why, of course Dear," Mrs. Lynch smiled. "It's a class activity. All must participate if they want to share a tent with their friends."
Lenore gulped quietly. "Okie."
"Now, who would like to start?" Mrs. Lynch asked.
"I will!" Lizzie exclaimed, as she'd noted the look on Lenore's face. "I've a good one!"
"What's it called?" Larry wanted to know.
"The Boy With The Golden Arm," Lizzie answered. "My Dad told it to me when I was little and we went camping."
"Okay, as IF we care," Claire scoffed. "Get on with it already."
Lizzie rolled her eyes, then started. "Once, there was a boy who got hit by a car when he was seven. His family was extremely rich, so his father, who loved him very much, had a golden arm made for him. When he was ten, the boy was struck by a car again, but this time he died instantly. He was buried with his golden arm. Years later, two guys were in a bar. One began telling the other about the rumor. 'There was a boy who died years ago. Rumor has it he had a golden arm and was buried with it. Wanna go dig him up and see it that rumor is true?' The other man nodded his agreement. 'Sure,' he said. 'Let's go see if there is a boy with a golden arm. If so, we can steal his arm, and pawn it for money, and become rich.' So, the two men set off for the town's cemetery. After stumbling amongst the tombstones they found the boy's headstone. They took their shovels and began to dig him up. Once they'd finally dug him up, they opened his casket. Sure enough, there inside, next to a skeleton, lay the boy's golden arm. The two men took the golden arm, and then re-buried the boy's remains. They went back to the Hotel above the bar, and went to sleep. While they were sleeping, something strange happened outside."
Lizzie stood up then, really getting into her story. "The boy's spirit was roaming around the streets of the town. As he walked, he moaned, 'Who has my golden arm? Who has my golden arm? Who has my golden arm?'"
As Lizzie said this, she wandered around the circle behind her classmates with her arms outstretched. She went around, only to stop behind Lenore, who wasn't paying attention, as she'd begun to tune the story out shortly after it'd started.
"Who has my golden arm?" Lizzie said again, then grabbed Lenore's shoulders, and screamed loudly, "YOU!"
"AHHHHHH!" Lenore shrieked as she jumped 'bout five feet in the air.
Everyone began to laugh hysterically, all but poor Lenore, who was trying to get her breathing back to normal.
Gordo stopped laughing as he watched Lenore's eyes well up with tears. It was then he realized that she honestly hadn't been paying attention to the story, and had had the life scared out of her. He began to feel bad for laughing at her, when it'd obviously upset her. He hadn't thought much of it when Lizzie and Miranda had left her to sit by herself, but he was starting to think now, that they'd done it purposely, so Lizzie could scare her. He sighed as he got up, and headed for his upset friend.
Lenore had buried her head in her hands to try and hide her tears. Lizzie had honestly scared the living daylights out of her. She jumped again, when someone suddenly spoke softly.
"You okay?" The voice asked concerned.
Lenore looked up, only to find Gordo staring back at her. She could feel her face go hot, and knew that she was now indeed blushing profoundly. She bit her lip and looked down again.
"Yeah," she trailed off quietly.
Gordo sat down next to her, and pulled her into a hug. "Hey, it's okay. It was just a stupid story."
Lizzie happened to overhear him and frowned. "It was NOT a stupid story!" She thought angrily. "A) My Dad told it to me, and B) it scared the daylights out of Lenore."
The ghost story competition continued, and wound up with, as she'd feared, Lenore losing horribly. Heck. Even Ethan Craft had told a better story than her, and he was pretty dense at times.
"Mrs. Lynch, do I REALLY have to sleep in that tent all alone?" Lenore asked worriedly, praying her teacher would say no. "Do I?"
"Yes, Lenore, you do," Mrs. Lynch answered. "There's nothing to be afraid of. Our tents are all together. Nothing and no one is going to hurt you."
"Haha! She's scared!" Claire taunted. "What a chicken! Buck! Buck! Buck!"
"Wimp," Kate sneered.
Lizzie snickered, and elbowed Miranda, to get her to do the same.
All Lenore's other classmates began to laugh and tease her as well; all but Gordo, that is. He remained silent, and stayed at her side.
"Okay class, time to hit the sack," Mrs. Lynch told them. "Get ready for bed, then go to your designated tents. I ask you not to chit-chat for too long, as we'll be getting up bright and early tomorrow, so we can pack up and head out on the rafts."
Everyone got ready for bed, then went to their designated tents, and zonked out shortly afterwards. Only one student remained wide-awake, though she didn't know one of her fellow classmates was also awake.
Lenore lay in the tent, all alone, listening to the creepy noises nature was making outside. She gulped, and slithered further down into her sleeping bag, clutching her teddy bear tightly. She'd never told anyone other than her brothers, that one of her biggest fears was to be alone in the woods after dark. Sure, technically she wasn't alone, but at the same time she was. She heard a noise right outside the tent door then and froze, preparing to scream should she have to. She watched as someone unzipped the tent door, and was relieved when she saw a familiar face poke in.
Gordo couldn't bear the thought of leaving Lenore all alone in the tent Mrs. Lynch had given her, knowing just how scared she truly had been. So, he'd decided to go over and check on her, even though it was against the rules. He unzipped her tent door, hoping he wouldn't be scaring her.
"Hey," he said softly, smiling, when she looked up at him, out from under her covers. "You okay?"
Lenore let out a relieved sigh. "No," she admitted in a whisper. "I'm - I'm scared."
Gordo came into her tent, and zipped the door back up, then lay down next to her on the spare sleeping bag.
"There's nothing to be afraid of," he told her quietly. "I'll protect you."
Lenore smiled shyly at him. "Thanks Gordo."
"No problem," Gordo smiled back. "I've done it for both Lizzie and Miranda before. And Kate, when she was still our friend."
"I take it you're staying here then, right?" Lenore queried hopefully.
"Yep," Gordo answered. "If you want me to, I will."
Lenore clutched her Teddy tighter, and snuggled up next to him. "I want you to."
Gordo snuggled down into his sleeping bag, and wrapped her in a hug, that he could tell she desperately needed. They fell asleep then; him holding her close, and her with her face buried into his chest.
A.N.: Well, there y'all go! A nice long chapter. Well, it seemed long anyway. Lol. Think it's the longest thus far, don't you? Hope y'all still liking this story! Wonder what Lizzie will think if/when she finds out they shared a tent? Hehehe. *Grins devilishly* Well, Adios! Nighty-night night! *Hugs* KTBSPA & KTNTPA & KTACPA & KTJTPA & KTKCPA & KTCPA & KTJTTPA & KTRSPA & KTCAPA!!!!!