Dear Diary,

Hello again, this is Yanagi Renji. I haven't wrote in you for 3 days! Please don't be mad at me. I was just very busy.

All of my teammates are very upset with their lunch. After analysing it, I have figured out that the lunches contain 60% of saturated fat and trans fat. Oh no! They will have to endure many long practices to put off the weight they have gained.

I really miss our school. Oh Diary, you are the only one that will understand how I feel! The other people don't understand... By the way, I was about to separate pure helium from water! Sadly, I guess that it wouldn't exactly turn out well since I have hidden the equipment in the gym equipment box with the hula-hoops. I suppose the girls are supposed to have a contest soon.

I have also missed out on my other projects. For examples, I was planning to put a drop of water in the vial of eraser shavings that I have gathered throughout 5 months and see if fungus grows. Unfortunately, that will have to wait due to this camp.

Diary, oh how I love you so much! You are like my best friend who can't talk, breath, eat, drink, reproduce, and go to the bathroom! You are wonderful!

Oh dear. The teammates are coming. Luckily, I have wrapped blue wrapping paper over your cover so they won't see the 3 Disney princesses sitting around gorgeously and will think I'm holding a spare notebook! Aren't I brilliant?

Bye bye now, my friends are calling me to go eat lunch. I will try to write in you tomorrow!

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO,

Yanagi Renji

P.S. uh oh! This is the end of the page! The next page will begin my data section! I must get a new notebook!

DATA SECTION ABOUT PERSONALITIES

Seigaku:

Ryoma Echizen-personality: terrible, horrible, no-good.

-is snobby and always acts as if opponent owes him 1000000000000000000 yen

-thinks he's so awesome and can absolutely beat Yukimura even without using his random 'shine-like-the-sun-and-hit-supersonic-shots-with-unatural-speed-and-accuracy' technique

-thinks he's the best(okay, maybe he is)

There was not very much to do at the camp. Unlike the perfect, heavenly examples of other camps, nothing was really fun. No picnics, no camping, no trips...oh dear, they never even left the house!

Ms. Latnem left constantly, though, to mysterious trips that seemed to last several hours (all thanks to the mysterious personality of women). She always came back with a huge mound of shopping bags, and would finally remove from the bottom of a particularly crumbled bag that looked like it got run over by a truck, a paper carton that contained their 'meal of the day'. It usually consisted of something revolving around corn, rice, corned beef and goo.

"Blah!" said Marui. "We've been having corned beef rice goo for lunch every day since we arrived here! I swear, if I ever see another piece of corned beef, I'll jump out this window right now!"

Niou rolled his eyes. "It's Monday tomorrow, and we'll be having upside down pickled corn beef meat loaf n' candy corn. Besides, it's only been 2 days, and you're already off your rocker."

Meanwhile, Sanada was using a more imaginative approach. "God bless this corned beef, please give us your blessing so that it will turn into spaghetti tomorrow! Amen."

Jackal sighed. "God would never listen to such a depressed, ruined, wreck of a hobo like you! I mean, at least have some fashion like moi!" He tried to flick his hair, but instead flicked his head. "By the way, I also have such a wondrous sense of humour!" Jackal immediately struck an 'oh-I-own-so-much-so-bow-down-before-the-awesome-Jackal' pose.

"At least grow some hair before you want to be self-absorbed!" complained Yanagi.

"Why aren't you frustrated?" asked Kirihara. "Just to tell you, Ms. Latnem is gonna work on you next."

"I know that. I am just trying to calm my personal anger and disbelief and sorrow by acting all calm and stuff. It helps, except I sort of feel like I want to puke," said Yanagi a matter-of-factly.

That was when Mrs. Lorimar danced in. "Hello, children! Do you want to escape?"

The announcement was so sudden and so terribly timed that everybody started choking on the goo and began to hack their lungs out.

"My dear!" Mrs. Lorimar said, feigning surprise. "I thought that action was very well-timed and should be awarded a first class honour with distinction!"

"That's in piano," Yanagi pointed out.

"I play piano," Mrs. Lorimar pointed out.

"Then we've got an disagreement."

Mrs. Lorimar ignored him and turned to the rest of the regulars. "Do you want to escape? Well, I can inform you that there is an emergency escape ladder just out of the north window."

"Actually," remarked Yanagi, "it's outside the east window."

"Then we've got an disagreement."

The two began dragging regulars towards their suggested positions.

"Hey!" cried Kirihara. "Don't split us up!" He clutched at his hair protectively.

"Then we've got an disagreement," chorused Yanagi and Mrs. L.

"Stop copying me!" they chorused once more.

"Seriously stop it!" they said in sync.

"I'm not copying you!"

"Yes you are!"

"Break it up," said Yagyuu, "break it up. Then, to make it fair for both of you, we will get out the north-east window! I totally deserve a applause!"

"There's nothing here but a dumb pole," Marui answered. "Ew, please don't tell me it's corn goo today!" He took his plate to the window (doesn't matter which one) and emptied the contents.

"Stop littering!" screamed Kirihara. "You're polluting the environment, you know!"

Niou smirked. "But I've got to say you have quite a good aim. Your garbage has just ended up in Ms. Latnem's hair. You deserve a high-five." They high-fived.

"He deserves a high-five and I don't deserve some applause? That's not fair," replied Yagyuu crossly. "You guys all suck."

"Let's just end this convo-" started Sanada.

"Stop saying 'convo'!" yelled Kirihara. "I'm going to sock the next person who says 'convo'!"

"That's pathetic," said Yanagi, "and childish and immature. It's just a word, after all. Why waste time?"

"Time, is but an obstacle," sighed Sanada.

Niou clapped. "Have you finally mastered the god's art? Of not worrying about anything?"

"Worry, is not but an sin, as it should be. Life, is like an apple. After you've took a bite out of it, the wound turns brown. But if you take another bite, the insides are still pearl white..."

"But still, we shouldn't waste time."

"Time, why worry? There is plenty of time!" cooed Sanada. He paused. "But time is money, so wasting time is wasting money, which means we shouldn't waste time!" He raised his hand dramatically as if reaching for the heavens. "God, save my inner conflict!"

This time, Ms. Latnem came in. Holding her random Michael Jackson hat to cover her face, she started humming in an very unattractive manner the theme song of 'The Pink Panther', as if trying to feign a dramatic entrance. She withdrew her hands from her pockets, mimicking guns.

She then flipped her hat off to reveal her face with a loud 'whoosh'. Ms. Latnem looked around the room. Crickets chirped outside.

"CHILDREN!" she called out in her booming voice. "I'M BACK!" Apparently she believed that the regulars were supposed to fall on their knees crying 'Mommy!' or something.

Crickets chirped again.

Ms. Latnem, carefully sneaking out her checklist, wrote something down along the lines of 'I welcomed them so generously, yet the crickets chirp so loudly yet they give no reaction! This calls for immediate action! Hey, that rhymes!'. Yes, something witless like that.

Ms. Latnem then left, calling back as if in a great rush, though she moving in slow-motion.

"I'm actually leaving this time!" she called. "Going in 10 seconds! 10..." No one even gave her a look. "9..."

No reactions. "8..." The regulars began playing a mindless game called 'Mothia'.

"7..." Yagyuu, as the 'Mothia(evil killer dude)', killed Kirihara.

"6..." The 'Angel', Yanagi, saved himself.

"5..." Sanada, as the narrator, made up a seriously stupid story of Kirihara's death, involving ice cream and several Mercedes Benz.

"4...3...2..." Still no reaction. The regulars were so endorsed in their game.

"1.9..." Yagyuu decided to kill Marui, and, once again, Yanagi saved himself.

1.8...1.7...1.6...1.5..." Sanada, AGAIN, made up yet another stupid story except including this time pumpernickel bread and bagels.

Ms. Latnem sighed. "I give up. I'm leaving."

"Have a nice trip!" called the regulars sarcastically. The watched the door close, and sighed in relief.

Ms. Latnem opened it again. "I can hear you," she said crossly, advancing down the stairs with her head turned towards them. The door slammed shut.

But the silence was broken by a series of screams and thumps, obviously suggesting the fall of one's rump against the floor.

"Okay," said Kirihara innocently, "I did not push her."

"I know," replied Marui. "She fell herself." He gave a glance at Niou, and then added anxiously, "right?"

Niou shrugged. "Whatever you say."

A/N: Hello, we haven't updated in a very long time. We hereby give you sincere apologies. The fact is, we were just very busy.

Have you ever heard of the game 'Mothia'? Me and my friends love playing it, though it's quite random and can be very boring if you have a unimaginative narrator.