Chapter Title: Camping Gone Wrong

Thank you Hannah I'm glad you like the names. There are more in this chapter, and I agree with you on both Cecil(y) and Will Scarlet!! Yum... I hope you enjoy this chapter! sugarsprite Here's the latest installment. I thought it would be fun to base the characters from Mass. (that's not where I'm from, but I love saying the name...) I hope you enjoy the story. ari Robin Hood is coming soon, and these characters are based lightly on two friends of mine and I. You will see our types of conversation in this chapter. I'm glad you like it, and I hope you enjoy the rest.

A/N: Okay, this chapter may suck. I found out the night before last that my crush is leaving the Praise Band at me church (that's the only contact I have with him), and not only does that mean that I won't ever see him again, but also that we're down to three singers (including myself), drums, and the piano. He was the bass player. TT I cried pretty much all night that night. On a plus, though, he hugged me to try and help make me feel better. That's a good. Okay, enough personal life, let's get on with the story!!

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"Do you have a change of clothes?"

"Yes."

"What about your cell phone?"

"Yes."

"Do you have a sleeping bag?"

"Yes."

"Did you remember to grab some food?"

"Oh drat, I knew I had forgotten something." Monotone.

"You forgot food? How could you! What if we starve to death?"

"Okay, one: you can't starve to death in one night. Two: Did you not hear the sarcasm in that answer? Iris, it's okay. I remembered everything but a toilet, and there's plenty of trees to choose from for that purpose."

"Okay, ew."

"What? Animals do it all the time."

"We're not animals."

"You're not, maybe."

"Neither are you," Iris said pointedly. Jaq rolled her eyes.

"I am if you ask the Clique Chicks and my parents."

"Listen, just because your parents are insane, and your sister sold her soul to the devil to get on their good side does not make you an animal."

"Too bad... I like wolves."

"That... was random."

"Yeah..." Jaq grinned at her friend, no trace of any emotion concerning the earlier conversation evident in her tanned face. "Hey! This looks like a good campsite!"

"Jaqueline Foster, this campsite sucks!"

"Hey, I don't diss your choice spots, do I?"

"And I wouldn't either if this wasn't half a breath away from a cliff!"

"Please. Two feet does not constitute as a cliff."

"It does when you're not fond of heights."

"You gotta get over that someday."

"Well, sorry if I always got stuck on the top bunk!"

"You just need to learn not to move in your sleep."

"It's better than looking like you're dead when you sleep."

"Actually, the good would be staying on the bed when sleeping."

"Shut up."

"Make me!"

It continued like that for about another forty minutes and twelve possible campsites. The girls always found something that was wrong with the area. It was usually Jaq suggesting the site, and Iris finding something wrong with it but, in her defense, Jaq had bad taste in campsites. The better possibility of dying there was, the more Jaq liked it. Iris, however, had some measure of self-preservation in her.

Finally, they found the perfect site. Jaq pitched the tent while Iris got their cooking supplies and began to fix them. The two girls planned to stay out for the whole weekend. They had been doing it for close to five years by that time, so their parents weren't at all worried about them.

When she finished pitching the tent, Jaq sat down on a log and pulled out a knife. She held it loosely in her right hand. In her left was a six-inch long root that she had picked up at the third rejected campsite. As the aroma of different herbs began to fill the air she shaped the piece of wood. It had been her pastime for close to ten years to carve and whittle pieces of wood into some recognizable form. Iris's room was filled with little animals and people that Jaq had carved over the years. Usually, the darker girl would toss them into the fire or a trashcan, but sometimes, Iris managed to get a hold of them first.

While the girls ate they told different stories of what had happened in their houses throughout the week. Jaq was subject to another drug test by her mother. The woman was certifiably insane, and usually in a bad mood. She was also convinced that her younger daughter was doing every drug ever made. Her father was a very successful – and therefore busy – lawyer who only really came home to keep his wife from divorcing him. He loved his family dearly, but as far as he was concerned, his daughters were still three and ten, instead of seventeen and twenty-four. The day before, he had come home to see Jaq wearing a pair of his old pants and an oversized T-shirt, beating the crap out of a punching bag. He had asked when his wife started renting out their house.

Iris and her younger sister and brother were usually left on their own during the weeks, as both of their parents had to commute back and forth to the easternmost part of the city. It was easiest on them to only come home on the weekends, but on Thursday, they had surprised the kids by showing up in time for dinner. Gale, Iris's younger sister, had her boyfriend over, and the two were in the middle of swapping brains when Mr. and Mrs. Kentbury walked in the door. They were not amused to see their fifteen-year-old daughter making out at the kitchen table, or their eleven-year-old son shooting pencils into the ceiling. During the entire time, Iris was sitting at the table, eating her food while doing homework. It wasn't until Tyler dropped a pencil and yelled "Mom! Dad!" that she even looked up.

"Ooh... Did you get into any trouble for it?"

"Just for not paying attention to my younger siblings. I was about to get grounded, but then they found out that I cooked, and I clean, watch those two most days, and still maintain straight A's."

"Yes, you're the golden girl."

"Sorry."

"For what? My mother is still hoping that some day you'll 'rub off' on me." Both girls laughed long and loud at that one.

When the food was eaten and stored away for the night, the girls turned in. They shared a tent, and even though it was nearing winter, they were more than warm enough with both sleeping bags and three extra blankets. They fell asleep to the trees swaying in the breeze.

Sometime during the night, they awoke to find that the gentle night had turned into a storm. The rain was coming down in buckets, and lightning and thunder were crashing overhead. The girls huddled closer together and fell back to sleep, deciding that there was nothing they could do until morning anyway.

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A/N: There. Chapter 2 is finished. Robin and Co. show up in the next chapter, so after I get at least one review for each of the four chapter 2s I'll write chapter three. Please review and let me know what you think!