Camp Revenge Season 2

Camp Revenge Season 2

Chapter 16: "Snot-nosed Little Kids"

Little kids. They're annoying. They're devious. They're witty. And, most of all, they're manipulative.

Ugh. In case you didn't get that, let me say it again. Ugh. Kill me now. There are like a billion snot-nosed little kids running around camp. Camp Rock. Since when can five-year-olds sing and dance? Shouldn't they be at some other stupid camp in like Texas or something?

My uncle is hitting me. "WAKE UP, DAMN IT!"

I groaned. "No. Too early. It can't be past eight,"

"It's eight ten," he said.

I groaned again. "Too early. Besides, I'm a criminal. Little kids shouldn't hang around criminals – they'll turn into little bank robbers,"

"No one's gonna turn into a little bank robber from being around you," he said and threw the comforter off of me.

"NO!" I cried out in protest, reaching for the comforter with my feet. "It's cold!"

"Get up, get dressed, and you won't be cold," my uncle said.

I sighed and rolled out of bed – literally – and got up from the floor. I went over to my dresser and pulled on some clothes. It was really hard to get my pants over the goddamn (lowercase 'g') ankle thing, but I finally managed to get my leg through. I put on a blue shirt and then hopped back on my bed, closing my eyes.

"When I said 'get up' I meant stay up, don't go back to sleep," my uncle said.

"The little kiddies are here!" Mitchie squealed, running into my cabin.

"Yeah, help me set up the arts and crafts table," Uncle Brown said.

Jason and Nate came in the room. "Oh my god! Shane! You have to see this! It's like invasion of the little kiddies!" Nate yelled. He walked over to me and pulled me up from my bed. He pointed out the window and I opened my eyes.

"Holy shit!" I screamed when I saw the pack of midgets running around outside my cabin.

I got up from my bed and ran into my bathroom, locking the door.

"Shane? What the hell?" Nate asked, banging on the door.

"I'm Anne Frank in hiding and the little kids are the Nazis!" I called out from behind the locked door.

Nate kept on banging on the door. "Open up!" he said.

"OH NO! THE NAZIS ARE HERE! Please don't hurt me!" I begged.

"Hey, don't make fun of the Jews," Mitchie told me. "You can only make fun of them if you just so happen to be Jewish,"

"I'm a Jatheist," I told her.

"Whatever," she mumbled.

Nate kept banging on the door. "Seriously, Nate. Don't pull a Mitchie on us… oops,"

"WHY YOU LITTLE!" I heard Mitchie scream.

There was more screaming – from Nate – and the sound of Nate hitting the floor. "Stop it!" Nate yelled. "Don't hurt me!"

I couldn't help but to laugh.

"STOP FIGHTING YOU TWO!" my uncle screamed. "You're setting a bad example for the little kids!"

"Sorry," they both apologized. I looked under the door and saw Nate getting up from the floor and Mitchie walking over to the table.

I unlocked the door and got out. I saw Nate sitting down in a chair, my uncle handing him an icepack. "Someone got hurt, eh?" I asked, walking closer to Nate.

Nate narrowed his eyes.

I laughed on the inside and then went over to Mitchie, who was sitting at the table. "Wow. I'm not the only one who got beat up,"

She shrugged. "He asked for it,"

"ALTEAST I DON'T HAVE A BLACK EYE!" Nate yelled.

I turned to face him. "I've been to jail and now I'm tougher – you want to go?"

Nate shook his head quickly. "No. Please don't hurt me,"

Uncle Brown laughed. "Tougher?! I heard you cried when that guy beat you up,"

Mitchie turned to me, a smile stretched across her face. "You cried?!" she burst out laughing, pounding her fist on the table.

"Well he kicked me so hard I thought I had internal bleeding!" I glared at my uncle.

He shrugged and continued putting paper and bottles of glitter glue on the table. "There. It's all set up," he turned to us. "The little kiddies will be here soon. You'll each get assigned to a or two kid,"

"What?!" I yelled at the same time Mitchie said, "YAY!"

"Where's Jason?" my uncle asked, looking around my cabin.

I grabbed my walkie-talkie. "Jason. Here. Now," I said.

Within seconds, he came into the cabin. "Is it little kid time?!" he asked excitedly.

Nate nodded. "YEAH!"

"Am I the only one not excited about this thing?" I asked.

Mitchie turned to me. "You're just dark and twisty,"

"Oh yeah," I replied sarcastically. "I forgot,"

My uncle turned to us. "No fighting, no cussing, nothing mean or offending, and please, talk in a high-pitched, friendly, voice… or it'll be your heads…" he told us and then stepped outside.

Then a few moments later, eight little kids came into the cabin, Uncle Brown leading them in. "Ok!" he said in a cheerful voice. "I'd like you to meet Mitchie," he pointed to Mitchie.

Mitchie smiled and waved. "Hi everybody! We're gonna have so much fun!"

"And Nate," he pointed to Nate.

Nate gave a simple wave. "Hey," he said.

"Jason," he pointed to Jason.

Jason jumped up and down. "Yay! Friends!" He ran over to them and hugged them .

"And over there sitting at the table is Shane,"

I narrowed my eyes and glared at the little kids.

Uncle Brown shot me a harsh glance and I sat up from my slump. "Hey kids!" I said in a overly cheerful voice. I'm not so cut out for bright and shiny.

One of the kids started jumping up and down. "CONNECT THREE! CONNECT THREE!" she screeched.

Jason jumped up and down too. "YEAH! CONNECT THREE!" They both screamed excitedly together and then the little girl ran over to me and hugged me.

"I LOVE you Shane!" she giggled, hugging me.

I awkwardly laughed and then looked at Mitchie, signaling an SOS. (Ooh, this is an SOS!) She walked over to the girl and grabbed her hand. "Why don't we go color? Wouldn't that be so much fun?"

The girl nodded and sat down at the table. Mitchie handed her some paper and crayons. She walked over to me and forced me to stand up. "Pick a kid, any kid," she said.

I shrugged. "Who wants to be my kid?" I asked.

Two little girls – one of them was the one that hugged me before - turned to me and then jumped up and down, screaming. They both ran over to me and hugged me. I laughed a bit. "See? They love me," I said.

Mitchie laughed and squatted down next to the kids so she could be eye level with them. "What are your names?"

"I'm Cassie!" one of them squealed.

"I'm Kayla!" the other one exclaimed.

"Who wants to be my kid?" Jason asked.

Three girls ran over to him and hugged him. He laughed and hugged them back. "Who are you guys?"

"Maddie,"

"Izzy,"

"Amelia,"

Jason smiled. "So, Maddie, Izzy, and Amelia… Who wants to go make me a birdhouse?"

They jumped up and down. "I DO!" they yelled. He laughed and then took them over to the arts and crafts table. To my surprise, there were ten birdhouses that needed to be painted, so Jason got them all smocks and they started painting birdhouses.

Two kids ran over to Nate, and one over to Mitchie. Mitchie got down on her knees so she could talk to him. "What's your name, sweetie?"

The kid looked down at the ground. "Lukas," he replied.

The two kids that were with Nate looked up at him. "I'm Claire and this is my brother, Bernard," the girl – Claire – said.

Nate smiled. "You guys want to go down by the lake?" he offered.

They both jumped up and down – little kids do that a lot – "Yeah!" they both squealed.

"Ok then," Nate said and held hands with them as they walked out of the cabin.

Lukas turned to Mitchie. "Can we go too?"

Mitchie nodded. "Yeah," She led Lukas out of cabin.

Cassie and Kayla turned to me. "Can we go too?!"

I shook my head. "Absolutely not,"

They whined. "Why not?!"

I pointed to my ankle. "See this?"

They both nodded.

"Means I'm a criminal and I can't leave this cabin," I told them.

Cassie gasped. "My mommy told me I'm not allowed to talk to bad people!"

Kayla turned to me. "What'd you do?"

"I had a little too much… cookies. Too many chocolate chip cookies and went crazy," I told her.

She nodded. "I like cookies. Does that mean I'm a bad people?!"

I shook my head. "No,"

Cassie turned to Kayla. "Let's go explore on our own!" The two ran out of the cabin.

"NOOO!" I screamed and ran after them. I can't have those two little kiddies running around the forest by themselves! As I ran, I heard an alarm go off, and my anklet started beeping. I ignored it and kept on chasing the little kids. Damn! They're really fast!

They ran into the forest and I ran after them, my ankle still beeping and flashing red. When I finally caught up with them, I heard sirens and looked over to see two police cars coming after me.

"Freeze! Don't move!" one of the police officers yelled.

I put my hands up and then pointed to the kids. "But the kids!"

"I said don't move!"

Cassie and Kayla came over to me. "What's going on?" Cassie asked.

I turned to them, scowling. "Thanks a lot. You guys got me arrested,"

"Arrested?!" Cassie yelled.

A police man came over and put hand cuffs on me. I narrowed my eyes and they walked me back to my cabin. Cassie and Kayla followed me. I walked back in the cabin and Jason looked at me. "What just happened?" he asked.

"These two little twerps got me arrested," I said.

One of the police officers sat me down on my bed and then cuffed me to the bed. I narrowed my eyes at the little kids and they cowered into the corner. The chain was about ten feet long – you know, so I could go pee and stuff, but not able to run away again. I sat on the bed and used my free arm to put a pillow supporting me.

The police officer turned to me. "Thanks to that escape attempt, you're now on house arrest for a minimum of seven days,"

I scoffed. "It wasn't me! I was trying to save those little kids from being eaten by a bear!"

"I don't want to hear your excuses," he said. "Seven days," He turned to leave.

I held up my middle finger at them, but they didn't see me, thank god.

Mitchie, Nate, and their little kids came running into the cabin. "What happened?" Mitchie asked.

I pointed to Cassie and Kayla. "Those two decided to be cute and run away from me, causing me to chase them into the woods, causing me to be arrested, causing me to be chained to my bed, causing me to be on house arrest for a whole week now," I turned to the kids. "Thanks a lot. You guys totally just made my day," I told them sarcastically.

Damn snot-nosed little kids.

Oh, and did I mention little kids are practically the Devil and Geroge Bush, only in a smaller form?

A\N: Please check out my newest and greatest story, 'Danger'! I'll be posting it soon, so keep an eye out for it! Thanks for all your reviews and everything! I feel like a fuckin superstar! Really, I can't thank you guys enough!