A.N.: Hehe. Bet y'all thought I forgot about this one. As you can see, I haven't. Hopefully, my writer's block shall now disappear for all eternity! Heh. One can only wish. Anyways, Enjoy!

Saturday…

"Ahh!" Someone screamed, waking everybody up.

Everyone ran out of their tents to see just what the screaming was about. They were shocked to see Lizzie and Miranda both covered in honey, whipped cream, toilet paper, and a few other things.

"What happened here?" Mrs. Lynch demanded, not too amused.

"Lenore did this!" Lizzie accused. "She did!"

"How do you know that?" Gordo asked warily.

"She's made 'cause we made her think a bear was after her!" Lizzie cried. "She thought we were a bear, so she got back at us for something that was her fault!"

"Wha – What's going on?" Lenore asked sleepily, coming out of the tent she'd been stuck in a lone – well, least everyone thought she'd been alone. Gordo had actually slept in there with her again, but no one other than them knew that.

"Did you…" Mrs. Lynch trailed off, spotting the honey spot on Lenore's pajamas. "You did! Lenore Taylor! I can't believe you!"

Lenore frowned. "Did what?" She asked, honestly confused.

"You put honey and stuff in our tent!" Lizzie exclaimed, pointing to her and Miranda.

"No I didn't!" Lenore replied. "I was sound asleep all night!" Besides, she wouldn't have messed with Miranda – Miranda was still nice and not scaring her like Lizzie had been doing non-stop since they'd arrived.

"Then do you care to explain how you got the evidence on your shirt?" Mrs. Lynch interrogated. "No one else has evidence on them."

Lenore glanced down. "I-I've been framed!"

"You were not!" Lizzie yelled. "Everybody heard you say you were gonna get me back!"

The other classmates nodded their agreement – they had heard Lenore say that the day before.

"I-I could've been attacked by a bear!" Lizzie said, her eyes welling up with fakes tears. "Th-They like honey!"

"Lenore! That was very irresponsible of you!" Mrs. Lynch scolded. "That was also a very dangerous thing to do! You ought to know better by now! Why, if you were my child, you'd be going over my lap right now for a good old fashioned spanking."

Lenore's eyed filled up with real tears. "But I didn't - !" She tried, only to be cut off.

"You did! Now, I suggest you get dressed and start cleaning up the mess you made last night," Mrs. Lynch stated. "Now!"

Lenore ran off to her tent in tears, while everyone else got ready to go camping again. She quickly got dressed, though she was now very angry, and headed back out to get to cleaning up the mess she'd never made.

"It's about time!" Lizzie began snottily. "You can wash our clothes too! Underwear included!"

"I'm not cleaning your underwear!" Lenore snapped. "That's just – disgusting!"

"Mrs. Lynch!" Lizzie cried. "Lenore is refusing to clean our clothes too!"

"Lenore, you shall, and I'll not hear any complaints about it, understood?" Mrs. Lynch told her firmly.

Lenore nodded reluctantly. She set to cleaning up the tent, then once finished that, set about cleaning up their clothes. It was while cleaning the clothes she got an idea. If Lizzie was going to be mean to her, she'd do it right back. She found a stick and placed Lizzie's honey-covered underwear on it. She then found the rest of Lizzie's underwear and did the same thing to them as well.

A while later, the other children found the underwear flags that had been placed about carefully and out of reach – how they'd gotten to be high up, nobody knew except for the culprit. They all giggled, especially when Lizzie spotted them and paled.

"My panties!" Lizzie shrieked. She blushed a bright crimson when she realized everyone was laughing at her – even Ethan Craft.

"Who would do such a mean thing?" Gordo asked.

"Well, why don't we ask the one whose not here?" Miranda suggested.

"Whose not…" Gordo trailed off as he realized. "Lenore?"

"Yes, Gordo?" Came Lenore's reply. "You called?"

"Lenore, did you do this?" Gordo wanted to know.

Lenore smiled proudly. "Yah like my flags? Now we'll know where our camp is!"

Gordo frowned. "Using Lizzie's underwear as flags is mean," he told her. "I can't believe you did this."

Lenore's smile slowly faded away. "You're not laughing…" She said softly. "I thought you'd get it – it's funny."

"Maybe to you," Gordo retorted. "But it's not funny to hurt someone else's feelings."

Lenore scowled then. "Oh, so she can hurt my feelings all she wants, but I can't hurt hers even once?"

"I never said that!" Gordo argued.

"You didn't have to!" Lenore cried, looking immensely hurt and betrayed. "I should've known you'd side with her!"

"Well, can you blame him?" Miranda piped up. "This was really mean."

"What's going on here?" Mrs. Lynch demanded, as she reached the giggling group of students. "Whose underwear is this?"

"Mine!" Lizzie wailed.

"Who put it up as flags?" Mrs. Lynch wanted to know.

"She did!" Lizzie exclaimed, pointing an accusing finger at Lenore. "All I ever did was try to be her friend and this is how she repays me!"

"Lenore, pack your things," Mrs. Lynch told her sternly. "You're going home. Your shenanigans may seem funny and harmless to you, but they're not. Now, get packing while I arrange for someone to come and get you!"

Lenore ran off to her lone tent in tears. She'd been stuck in the tent alone, as Lizzie kept getting her into trouble somehow – as punishment, she was to sleep in the tent alone for the whole trip. Though, no one had known that Gordo had been sneaking in to keep her company the past two nights. And now, now Gordo too hated her!

Once Lenore had finished packing, she was told to say good-bye to what friends she may still actually have.

Lenore eyed Gordo and Miranda. She'd known better than to say good-bye to Lizzie. And she wasn't too surprised when Miranda had walked off with the distressed blond girl, as Miranda was sure that she was behind the honey escapade. But what hurt her the most – more than anything – was seeing Gordo turn his back on her and follow the two girls over to sit upon a log.

Mrs. Lynch ushered the young girl into the Ranger's jeep, and told her to expect lunch-time detention for a week once the rest of the class returned to school.

Lenore nodded absently, as she willed back her tears. Her heart had been shattered into a zillion little pieces, and crushed even more by a particular someone's feet.

A.N.: Was this short? If so, sorry! I did my best! Hope y'all liked it! Plz R&R! Thanks! KTBSPA & KTCAPA & KTNTPA & KTACPA & KTKCPA & KTJTPA!!!!!