Doom Camp
Chapter Four:
"Hurry up, Big-Head," snapped Torque from behind him.
"Come on, there's who knows what all over the floor," Dib moaned, taking care not to slip in the gooey mess that had collected in the aisle during the bus trip. "I'll break my ne—YAH!" He felt a hand press against his back, and shove him forward. He managed to avoid falling face first into what looked like a spit wad the size of a basketball, and instead toppled out of the bus. He winced as he made contact with the hard dirt. "Ow… My head… OW! KNOCK IT OFF!" He cried out as Torque used him as a door mat whilst hopping out of the bus. He rolled out of the way of the next pair of feet, and hurried to a stand. He dusted himself off angrily, ignoring the snickers from the crowd of his fellow classmates.
"He's such a loser."
"What a freak!"
"His head's so big; it'd be hard for the ground to miss."
"That was a stupid insult."
"I hope he doesn't end up in my cabin!"
"Look, there's a waffle stuck to the bus!"
His eyebrow twitched with annoyance as he walked into the crowd of students, turning to face the head counselors who were calling for silence.
"Welcome, campers!" exclaimed a large, loud woman with frizzy red hair. "My name is Ms. J! I'm your director of activities around Camp Fun Fun. You're all gonna have a great time here, aren't ya!" There was a low murmur of acknowledgement. "Wonderful! Now, first things first, are Cabin assignments. There are four people to every cabin, plus one counselor. The girls cabins are on the west side and the boys cabins are on the east. Your counselors will call for you now."
A teenage girl with a large acne problem stepped forward, reading off her list. "Sarah… Mary… Gaz… and Gretchen." The girls walked over to her, Gaz's eyes glued to her Gameslave.
A chubby guy stepped up, reading off his list. "Torque… Old Kid…Mathew P. Mathers the III… and Mongo."
And so the process continued, until there were only a few students left. A tall, skinny guy, in his twenties stepped up. He scratched his head, which was covered in messy, black hair. He had several red stains on his shirt. Probably ketchup, Dib thought. He read off his list. "Melvin… Spoo… Dib… and… Zim."
Dib's eyes widened. "No… This can't be happening…" He looked over at the little Irken, whose jaw was open wide in disbelief. Dib moaned, and trudged over to the odd looking counselor. When the four students were crowded around him, the counselor smiled crookedly. "Hello there. My name's Johnny, but you can call me Nny if you like. I hope we can become good friends. We're in cabin…" He looked down at his paper. "M17. Get your bags, and let's go." Dib frowned. He had a feeling this wasn't going to be as 'Fun Fun' as the camp said…
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Author's Note: Man, I'm sorry I haven't updated in so long. I've been rather busy lately. I'll try to update more. And for those of you getting all excited, because the infamous Johnny C. is in the story, calm down. He doesn't have a major part in the story… I just needed to come up with a counselor for them… Yeah… Thanks for your supportive comments, by the way! They're really helping.