Hi guys! Chapter 10 is up! I wanted to add the hike but 15 pages is too long. Can you believe they've only been at camp for what? Two days? Yah two days. Enjoy!

Camp Disaster Chapter 10-Flocking Around

Max POV

My dad's voice ran out to the fidgeting crowd of parents, campers, and counsellors. They were all waiting eagerly for Dad to start talking. I could tell some of the younger kids would have rather stood up and ran around, but no dice.

"Good afternoon parents, campers, and counsellors. My name is Jeb Ride and I own Camp Starlight. I am also the founder and camp director. Today is the official beginning of another summer at Camp Starlight! To returning campers, welcome back, to new campers, welcome to our family. I know most of you are here because, well to put it frankly, your parents are busy people who have to work to provide a living for you. So instead of hiring a nanny, they send you to camp, where hopefully you can have a good time. So for a month or so, we here at Camp Starlight will be your new family, even if only temporarily, because I believe kids should always get a chance to be just that, kids. So don't be holding grudges at parents you think don't care or acting to superior to have a good time, because I have been there and done that. Nobody will get cut more slack then the next person. I don't care who your parents or how rich they may be. Here at Camp Starlight, everybody is the same. So we can do this the easy way or the hard way, either have a good time and make friends for life or live the rest of your life wondering how things might have turned out. On that extremely happy note, I would like to tell you what we do at Camp Starlight. We are located in some of the only wooded area in LA. Our motto is 'Let Your Inner Music Free'. We encourage kids to express themselves, whether it be through vocalism, or dancing to a beat. Here kids can show off their musical talent and learn to improve their skills. It doesn't matter if you're a beginner or an experienced person, we'll give you the lessons you need to succeed. But it isn't as serious as it sounds. All our teachers our young adults, with plenty of fun left in their bodies. They'll encourage you as you learn more about music, and guide you in whatever ways they can. You'll also get to do fun activities such as art, sports, and leisure. My personal favourite is lunch. Don't worry about the safety of a sleep-away camp. Security guards patrol the camp at night, and counsellors are everywhere and are there for assistance, even if they're on break. I'm starting to ramble now, so hopefully, you can all get situated properly, with the help of our counsellors. I truly hope you will all have a fun and memorable time at Camp Starlight." My dad finished off with the same sentence as he always does. His speeches are cool because they are different every year. He had my personality, or rather I had his. He is a touch-and-go person, with a mind that says 'Act now, plan later' so all of his speeches are made up on the spot. Even with that flaw his speeches almost always come out better than pre-written ones. He turned and nodded at me. It was my turn to speak. I walked up to the podium, feeling nervous like I do every year.

"Hi everyone. My name is Max Ride, Jeb Ride's daughter. I would like to welcome you to my other home 'Camp Starlight'. I am sure we'll all have a great time. Anyone who tries otherwise will have to deal with me. I am head counsellor here and if you need anything don't hesitate to ask. I can sing fairly well, and I play an assortment of instrument, which I am moderately good at playing-" I was cut off by Asher yelling out.

"Are you kidding? You're amazing!" Yup, that's my Ash.

"Doesn't matter. So if you need anything come to me. I've had to deal with a lot of kids who simply refused to have fun, but in the end my awspiring power got through to them. In fact I see a few of their smiling faces in this very crowd. So I'm not going to take anything from anyone. I don't care if your Jimmy Choos stilettos might snap. What normal kid wears stilettos? They are death traps! All I want is for you guys to loosen up and have fun… So do it. Or else. Now go talk to your counsellors and they will help you to your shared cabins." I finished my not so amazing speech and stepped of the podium. Fang gave me a You-think-you're-so-awesome look. He shook his head in amusement. When I got to him we turned to our group. We got one of the toughest ones. Pre-teens who were going through puberty and mood swings, or what I like to call 'Rich kid hissy fits'. I wolf-whistled, to get the chatting, milling crowd's attention.

"Okay guys, we can do this the hard way or the easy way. Either you listen and we have a good time or you have hissy fits and I haul you to your activities. And I always keep my word. So you choose." I yelled over the din. Things went quite. A girl raised her hand. She wore a lot of glittery clothes, a hand bag, and a whole clump of make-up.

"I brought five suitcases. Will my suite have a walk-in closet? I can't possibly leave my Prada behind." I looked at Fang and smirked.

"Well, you'll be sharing a cabin with 3, 4 or 5 other girls. You each get one nightstand with 2 drawers, and you all share the 2 closets in the room. If you have any extra clothes, I'll gladly dump them in the lake for the piranhas to chew up." I said, sugary-sweet.

"Ugh! This camp is so outdoorsy! There is dirt everywhere!" The girl screamed in frustration, stomping her foot on the grass.

Fang POV

"Yah, it's called the ground, honey. Oh and those green things over there are trees. T-R-E-E-S!" Max said sarcastically. Another guy raised his hand. This one didn't have a suitcase, but one of those bulgy campers backpacks.

"Look, can we just get to our cabins? I want to check out the nature trail in our free hour before dinner." The boy said. He had dirty blonde hair that stuck out in odd angles, like you just went out for a jog in the woods. Blue eyes and a perfect smile with white teeth tied the ensemble together. I saw a lot of the girls swooning at him. So, a ladies man? I spoke for the first time.

"What's your name, kid?" I asked.

"Dan Morris" He replied.

"Okay, tell ya what. We're going to take the group on a tour of the camp first, while we find your cabins. Then Max and I will come with you on a hike. We've been meaning to go for a long time. Okay, man?" I asked.

"Sure!" He said, sounding excited, probably because his two counsellors had just offered to go on a hike with him.

"Don't act surprised. We're here to be your friends, more than counsellors. If you ever want to hang out with losers like us, have your people call my people." Max stated. One rich guy actually took out his phone.

"Not literally! You may have people, but we don't! Just talk to us, okay?" Max cried, in exasperation. I snickered.

"Something funny, Griffiths?" She snarled.

"Oh nothing, just my best friend has a spork in her hair!" I laughed.

"Yah, nice try buddy. Do that again and you'll end up with a spork up your ass." She hissed. I guess swearing was okay around these kids. They were 12 and 13 year olds. They probably knew of swear words I've never even heard of. Kids these days, what has happened to the society? Why, back in my day, we used to milk the cow and trade it for rabbit pellets… Sorry, I couldn't resist playing around with your minds. The opportunity arose and I took it. Ha, so funny. You shoulda seen the look on your face… Wait, you can't have a face, because you're in my head. Great, now I'm talking to myself.

"Okay, let's get this show on the road!" I said with fake enthusiasm. I saw a lot of girls looking at me with dreamy goo-goo eyes. Okay, ewww. They're like 13 for Pete's sake! How can they like me? That's… 1-2-3 years younger than… okay so that's not so bad, but still! Creepy! Sorry ladies, I have my eyes set on a fallen angel. We saw Iggy and Gazzy with their group of 10 and 11 year olds. Iggy and Gazzy were screaming things.

"I don't know what I've been told! Maximum Ride is getting old. She can barely do a thing. People have to drag her by a string. She got wrinkles on her head. She can't even get out of bed! Everybody now… Oh CRAP!" Iggy was shouting a very creative song about Max, with Gazzy and his group, when he saw Max looking at him. It was funny. The entire group had been echoing his words so there was a huge resonating 'Oh CRAP!' LMAO!

"Okay kids. CODE RED! The eagle has flown the coop. Mission 'Diss the Miss' is a no go. Abort! Up and at 'em. Left, right, left." Gazzy cried, shooing the kids into a panicked crowd of running children. Max burst out laughing at their freaked out expression. Even I chuckled. I don't know who made the groups, but Gazzy and Iggy's contained mostly immature boys.

"Well, that was two of the most immature counsellors at this camp, Iggy and Gazzy. Also, Gazzy's my brother and Iggy's Fang's twin… Can't you just see the family resemblance?" She said sarcastically. "The place where the opening speech was held was the Pavilion and Outdoor stage. The Main Lobby and Front Desk are joined with our top notch music room, where you guys will be spending most of your time in. And to our right we have the beach as well as the sports field…" Max continued on our tour.

30 Minutes later…

"And finally, the cafeteria. Where you kids will be having all of your meals. Cheryl, our cook, is usually there so if you're hungry at any time, go see her and she'll whip you up a snack. And thus, concludes our tour of the camp. I'm dismissing you all right now…" Max was cut off as most of our group turned to leave. Max yanked a girl by the collar and dragged her back. "Not so fast missy. As I was saying. You've all seen the cabins and you know which one is yours. So I am trusting you kids, seeing as you guys are 12 and 13 years old, to take care of yours selves. I don't want to hear of any hissy fits between cabin mates. Try to get along with your roommates. If you absolutely despise them, don't talk to them. Or prank them when you're not at camp. Get settled unpack whatever. Dismissed for now, I'll see you guys at dinner." Max said. All the kids raced to their cabins, pushing and shoving, while other prissy one jumped around on their tippy-toes, trying not to step on dirt. Only Dan stayed, looking uncomfortable. I guess he wasn't our deal with him was real or not. I clapped him on the back.

"Hey, we promised you we'd go hiking, so the offer is still on… Unless you've realized how un-cool Max and I are and you want to ditch. That's totally fine." I said to him. His features lit up.

"Oh, you guys really where not joking? I thought it was just to shut me up." He muttered.

"Naw, we like hanging out with campers. Like I said before, friends more than counsellors… But don't think that gives you the right to disobey me, because I'll lock you in a room with man eating polar bears." Max said. He looked kind off scared, until she winked at, showing she was joking. We were still outside the Caf. I peered inside, most of the gang were inside having a snack with Cheryl. I nudged Max pointing at the window.

"Hey Dan? How would you like to meet our gang? We're going to go in the Cafeteria and have a snack with them. We usually do, at this time of day. Then after, we can go on that hike. Sound good?" I asked. He nodded.

"But, are they all counsellors? Am I allowed to hang out with you guys." He said nervously. Max laughed.

"How do I knock this fact into your brain? FRIENDS!" She laughed. God, I love her laugh. Dan smiled. We pushed open the Cafeteria doors and a huge bundle of glittery pink slammed into me. Guess who it was.

"Fang! OMG! Me and Ella's group are sooooo sweet! We got Angel! I just love her! So adorable! The kids were all like 'We love you Nudgey! We love oyu Ellie-bear" at the end. It was soooo cute. And…" She noticed Dan for the first time. "Oh hi! You must be one of the campers. I'm Nudge. People say I talk a lot, but that's just me… You look kinda like Logan Lerman, but with like blonde. That's cute, the girls must all just love you to bits and… Fang's giving me the look. I should shut up now. So I'm going to… Right now… Okay stopping." Nudge said quickly. She barely took 2 breaths. God. Dan just kinda looked shocked.

"Dude, don't worry, she does that all the time. But you get used to it." Asher said. "I'm Asher Jefferson. I'm one of the dance counsellors. I do the hip hop and breakdancing stuff… You know like this." He spun around, then landed on his back, spun in a circle and did a backwords worm, to get back up. Dan's jaw dropped.

"Hey, I'm Josh Neil. I'm part of the dance team to." He said, sticking out his hand, which Dan shook.

"Hi there. I'm Ella. Nice to meet you Dan." She said, smiling. Suddenly the doors banged open and Iggy and The Gasman ran in whooping and hollering.

"Dudes, that was sick. We totally dissed Max, and in SONG! God! Our group rocks!" Iggy shouted. Gazzy stopped dead in his tracks. He had seen Max and me.

"Umm Iggy. She's right there." Gazzy said quietly.

"Stop it Gazzy, you're ruining my mome-Oh crap. RUN AWAY!" He screamed. But Max was faster. She tackled him and grabbed an unfinished plate of spaghetti and dumped it all over him.

"Hey! I was eating that!" Josh complained.

"Ack! Max!" Iggy whined. Poor Iggy. Gazzy was rolling on the floor laughing. Max stood up and brushed her hands together. Then she glared at Gazzy. He stopped laughing and tried to make a run for it. He ended up with broken cookie bits down his shirt and pants.

"And that's the way the cookie crumbles, little bro. Literally." She smirked. The entire time Dan just stood there, taking in the Caf. And our friends. I smiled encouragingly at him.

"Still want to hang out with the freaks?" I smiled.

"Yah, you guys are the coolest losers I know." He said smiling back. See? Probably the least prissy in our entire group. Really outdoorsy. I never really noticed until Nudge mentioned it, but he does kind of look like Logan Lerman… Hey, don't give me that look. I live with Nudge. You see things, you hear things, and you are forced to learn things. Iggy and Gazzy were still busy trying to get the food off themselves.

"Yo, twin terrors! Introduce yourselves. This is Dan Morris. He's one of the less ga… prissy guys in our group. Max and I are going to take him on a hike." I yelled at the boys.

"Hey, wazzup! I'm Empeor Derric Lemeer Travis Tokenbrande Regenalde the Seventeenth." Iggy greeted.

"Hi Iggy." Dan smirked back. The kid catches on fast. Iggy pretended to get mad.

"INSOLENCE! How dare you speak to me like that! You shall never again use that name in my presence again! You shall call me Emperor Derric Lemeer Travis Tokenbrande Rebenalde the Seventeenth!" He cried, trying and failing, at sounding all high and mighty. Dan stifled a laugh.

"Hi! I'm Maria!" Gazzy squealed, imitating Ella's voice perfectly. "OMG! My make-up smudged. Nudge! I need to borrow your eye-liner!" Nudge looked truly freaked out. Especially since I think she likes him. Where did Gazzy learn to imitate voices?

"Gazzy, cut it out. He can 'project' and 'imitate' voices. Not one of his better talents, but it beats his death farts. I'm guessing you realize why his nickname's Gazzy." Max explained, to a very scared looking Dan. Just then Cheryl walked in, wiping her hands on her apron.

"Oh hi Max, Fang, Iggy, Gazzy! I was just about to whip up some lemonade for the flock!" She said. She turned to Dan.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Cheryl the camp cook. You must be a camper friend of the gang's. What's your name sweety?" She asked.

"My name is Dan. Nice to meet you." He stated.

"Well, I'm gonna go get that lemonade. Do you want to help Max?" She asked, and was met was a collective groan from the rest of the flock. Max glared at them and hopped up.

"Sure Cheryl. I would love to help you cook." She said forcefully.

Iggy POV (AN: YAY! First time! I love Iggy's POV… Don't tell him I said that.)

Max followed Cheryl into the kitchen. Well, great. I'm practically dying of thirst and hunger, and I can't touch any of the food Max brings out. Huff! Maybe I'll make some sandwiches later. Yah, I cook! And I'm good at it too. So stick that in your juice box and suck it! Anyways. Let me tell you about me and Gazzy's master prank… On Fang. First we get him all paranoid with bombs talk. Then when he's not looking we plant auto-exploding paint bombs in his bed. He sleeps shirtless in his boxers. So when he comes out from his room completely splattered in paint he'll want to kill us. But Fang being Fang has to get 'clean' first. It's disgusting. He takes this thing called a 'shower'. It gives me the willies. So when he goes to 'clean' himself off. Clear glue will trickle down instead off water. So obviously he realizes. When he walks out a bucket of feathers will be waiting for him. Then we run in and snap photos. Simple. So that's part A. Part B starts when…

Oh wait. Max just walked out of the kitchen and she's carrying… food. I think. Oh my gods! Did that thing just move! Aaah! Wait, no, that was just Max's hand. Hehe, my bad. Okay, so I may be just a little paranoid. But hey, you've never tried Max's cooking.

"Okay! Who's hungry!" Max cried. She was met with various 'Oh yah!'s and 'Starving's. "Good, cause I made corn beef sandwiches.

"Mmm, not that hungry." I said. Max looked kind off pissed. It's true. The only thing Max can cook is cookies. And surprisingly, they're the best I've ever tasted.

"I'll have one!" Dan said.

"Noooooooooooooo!" Gazzy cried in slow motion. He reached out and slapped his hand away. Fang nodded his head in agreement.

"Why?" Dan asked innocently.

"Why? Why? Because it's like death in a sandwich. They literally kill you. Max can't cook anything to save her live." I explained. "Here, allow us to demonstrate." I grabbed one of Max's sandwiches.

'Hey! That's not fair1 You're feeding the boy lies! I can bake cookies!" Max cried defiantly.

"Yah, only cookies." I stressed. I ripped a chunk out of the sandwich and threw it into the trash can, to make it look like I had taken a bite out of it. Time to turn the act on. I called over to Asher and Josh who were vigourosly arguing about some rapper on the other side of the Cafeteria. They hadn't seen Max bring the sandwiches out.

"Mmm. God this is like heaven. Asher, Josh! Stop arguing for a second. You guys have to try these delicious sandwiches that Cheryl made!" I yelled. Pretending to chew on the sandwich, savouring it. I shot Max a glance that said Don't-say-anything. See? I can do that talk with your face thing Max and Fang do. She shot back a look that said You-Owe-Me-BIG! Asher and Josh ran over eagerly. They both knew how good Cheryl's cooking is. The two idiots each grabbed a sandwich and stuffed it into their mouths.

"Wait for it." I motioned to Dan. Asher and Josh froze in place after a few bites and chews.

"These weren't made by Cheryl were they?" Asher said, looking scared. I shook my head, stifling laughter. Even Fang seemed amused. Then they both dropped onto the floor and started convulsing.

"What order was it again Iggy? They turn blue, green, then purple right? Or was it green, purple, blue?" Gazzy asked me. Dan was staring at the two on the ground in horror and disbelief. That's when they started changing colour.

"Nope. It's green, blue, purple." I told Gazzy.

Then turning to Dan, I said: "Now you know never to eat Max Ride's cooking… Unless it's cookies. Those are amazing!" I told him firmly and seriously. All he could do was nod his head, still not taking his eyes off Ash and Josh.

Aqua: Okay, so I kept on poofing Iggy back and forth between stories and I think he's kinda pissed. He's in his room, so let's sneak up on our favourite blind mutant chef.

Iggy: *Furiosly making out with a mop* Oh, Squirtle. Oh! This is... Oh, your an amazing kisser. Oh. Mmmm. Mmmph. Phhft. I want this, but please don't tell Ella we're doing this.

Aqua: Umm Iggy? Do I even want to know why you are kissing a mop? And what the hell is a Squirtle?

Iggy: *Jumps 10 feet into the air* AQUA! I was... umm... just... doing... homework! *Tries desperately to hide the mop*

Aqua: Okay, Iggy. Let's just pretend I never saw you. I'm going to go now. When we speak again, this will never have happened.

Aqua: *Shuts door* Well just great. Now I'm scarred for life. *Looks up dejectedly* R&R?