Chapter 2."Harold..."
The next morning, Harold woke up early and went to the breakfast table. To his surprise, Cody,Tyler,Noah,DJ,Bridgette,Gwen, and Beth were already there.
"Hey Harold, are you okay?" asked DJ, pouring a bowl of cerial.
"Yeah, it's nothing big. Really."he replied, but there was hint of doubt in his voice.
"Dude, are you sure?" asked Cody.
"Yes, Gosh!" he snapped, but then he looked down.
"Dude, don't listen to Courtney."said Tyler. Harold shook his head.
"She told Leshawna that I was secretly flirting with Heather, and Heather backed it up. Leshawna dumped me..." Harold sighed. Then he picked up a piece of paper and started writing something. He laid it on the table, and got up to get a drink. Suddenly he started breathing funny. Bridgette told him to calm down.
"Okay.."he mumbled, but then it got worse. Suddenly he was on the ground twitching madly and gasping for air.
"OH MY GOD! HAROLD!" yelled Bridgette.
"He needs an inhaler!" said Noah. He looked for one, while Gwen and Bridgette called 911.
Harold was turning pale.
"HAROLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" screamed Bridgette.
Suddenly, Duncan burst in the room.
"Is Courtney chasing that dweeb again?" he asked, then he saw Harold. He quickly ran to get the others.
" Can't we do something?" asked Tyler, who was gripping onto DJ's arm. Beth was sobbing on Cody's shoulder, whilst Gwen and Bridgette were trying to help him. Noah was still looking for an inhaler.
Then, the worst happened. Harold stopped twitching. In fact, he wasn't moving at all. By this time, all 22 campers were in the room, except for one. Soon, the paramedics arrived.
"He's dead." said one of them, looking down.
Harold was dead. And Courtney was outside the room listening, and upon hearing the news she ran off to be alone.