A/N Hey guys! I know I've updated a lot lately...like every day(: But I want it to be known that I won't be updating like this when school starts (Thursday). I'm going to try to update as much as possible before that day.

Thanks for the reviews! (I still want a little bit moreee...:)

Disclaimer: I don't own MR.

My stomach growled and I was starting to smell the food.

"Hey, Kit, Abby, you mind slinging for dinner? The newbies have no idea what to do and..."

"Sure," said Kit, still with the funny accent.

"Yeah, no prob."

"Thanks guys," sighed Adam, relieved.

I wondered what slinging was as the two climbed the wooden steps filled with rocks up to the Mess Hall's screened doors. The entered, and the doors slammed shut as soon as they were in. Major bug control. Jeez.

I followed Gabby to Cabin 17's spot around the flag, almost shimmering in the fading light as it fluttered in the breeze. Patrick appeared in the center of the crowd. "Hellooooooo, campers!" he called.

The regulars at camp chanted, "Hey, Patrick!"

"It looks like..." he glanced down at his clipboard, "Cabin 7 is going to be leading us in the flag ceremony."

Three girls broke away from the tight circle. A little blond girl ran ahead and lowered the flag slowly, as the campers quickly hushed, and listened to the scraping sound of the chain whipping into the metal pole. I noticed Fang's eyes were closed, and a serene look passed over his face. I wondered how long this sound had filled his ears, how many times he closed his eyes, and calmed at this very sound.

When the other two girls folded up the flag, we clapped, and Patrick sent us up to the Mess Hall. I raced up the hill, and up the wooden stairs and up to the double doors, eager to try the food.

I reached for the door when, "I wouldn't do that if I were you." Fang was practically breathing down my neck.

"Ah!" I jumped, "Don't do that!"'

"What, breathe?"

"You know what I'm talking about." The fumes began to float through the air, and more kids were lining up. I sighed and turned back to Fang, but he was gone. Instead I turned to a girl with dark hair, and a blue streak. "Hey," she nodded to me in greeting and I gave a little wave.

"My name's Sam. First timer here?"

"Uh yeah, Max."

"Cool. What cabin are you in?"

"17. You know with Abby and Car-"

"You mean the cabin with Iggy and Fang? You got some cool kids in your cabin."

"Uh, thanks"

Just then the swinging doors slammed open, and kids started pouring in. I ran in and- I had no idea where to sit. (-.-)

I was about to go in search of Abby and Kit when a cold hand grabbed mine. It pulled me along, and I was really confused, because it's owner was so far ahead of me I couldn't see him. I tried to pull back, actually kind of creeped out by it, but it stopped, and slid around my waist. "Food?" My creeper asked.

"Fine Fang..." He guided me to the table second closest to the door. A big sign on it said 17AB. Figures. The seats were giant wooden benches, like a picinic table, but it wasn't connected to the table. He sat me down on the end, and told me to slide. I did as I was told and slid to the left. (Once again when my scanner stops spazzing I will upload a diagram of the Mess Hall too) He slid in next to me. Abby was on my left at the end.

Everyone was seated, and the two junior counselors sat in the middle. Abby leaned in. "Guys, camp food is the best. I'm so hungry! When the slingers get the food, we eat up. Then activity time."

"What are we eating for dinner?" asked Ella.

"Looks like...soft tacos." Abby replied, looking at the board next to the big metal counter. It seemed the kitchen was behind it, and there were big cutouts in the wall so they could pass food and other things through from the kitchen. The room was huge. It was a giant rectangle, and the tables were set up 5x5. We were the second farthest away from the kitchen, but also second closest to the stage. It went the whole (short-side) length. I was just a raised platform, but there was a podium and a microphone. Our table was on the long end closest to our door (the Jawaks went through a different door), one of the five that were close. (sorry if that made no sense, it was the best I could do.)

"Slingers go, go, go! Food's out!" Carter yelled, also eager to eat, holding his fork and knife in his hands. Kit got up and went to pick up or taco kits. "By the way guys there's a salad bar over there," he pointed to the far side of the room, close to the Jawak door. "and a soy-nut-butter and jelly bar over there," he pointed to the close side, over by our door, but closer to the kitchen.

Kit came over with a steaming plate of soft taco shells. He spouted some gibberish, I only caught some of it, but Little Abby seemed to understand him and got up. They kept going back and forth, until our table was filled with things you could put in your taco, all home-made.

"Emra's amazing with cooking (love ya Emra! Thanks for all the food!). He's head chef." said Abby filling her taco with every single thing available. Except meat that is. "I'm a vegetarian," she said when Jenny passed her the meat, "you guys take as much as you want." I followed in suit, although adding meat and chicken to mine.

Iggy saw me attempting to fold up my taco into some sort of burrito thing and laughed. "Issues there, Ride?"

I gave a semi-joking glare and finally succeeded in folding it up. I took a bite and fell in love.

~o0o~

Patrick stood up to the podium and campers started in a song about announcements. I didn't follow much of it, but they made fun of a bunch of fairy-tales. Even Fang sang along, with no emotion of course, not like Iggy, who was laughing and bumping Brad next to him with his shoulder.

I sat and waited for the song to stop and looked at Patrick. "Okay campers! Choosing activities is tonight! So I expect to see you! I gave unit leaders all of the timing info so they will tell you counselors! Well I think that's about it, so, goodnight, campers!"

"Good night, Patrick!"

We filed out of the Mess Hall, and set out for our cabins. After the terrible climb, which involved a large long, steep hill, and then rock-climbing to get to the cabin, we were back inside. I wanted to pass out, but instead we had to go to the HOL to talk.

I collapsed onto the couch, and awaited the rest of the cabin. Beth sat down across from me on the counselor's couch and told us how to sign up for activities for the week. Once we found one we wanted, we had to put our hand on it and raise our hand. Then one of our counselors would sign us up. We were assigned counselors- Ella and I were assigned to Beth. We started down the long, winding hill to the Rec Hall, to sign up for out activities.

A/N Okay, I thought that this chapter would have the signing up of activities, but I didn't get around to it yet. Really long chapters annoy me, so I try to cut it at about 1200 words.

Last Chapters Question: What was your reaction to Titanic?
Mine: I was so upset! I mean how could you just kill off Jack? I'm so screwed up about it. My parents always laugh at me when I bring it up- ranting about how sad I was when they killed off Jack. And did she die at the end? Or was she dreaming? I liked her- I don't want her dead, but as a writer, I feel that her dying at the end, and then all of the other people who lost their lives, were welcoming her back aboard the Titanic, which also died (metaphorically).

This Chapter's Question: What do you do when a slightly younger kid (like 3 years) insults you or acts like they know more?

Answer in a review! Review as always! I want like 12 please!

Keep reading, Alessa(: