...I'm back...briefly. Please don't kill me. I've had the writer's block from hell on this, and I still haven't really broken it. It's taken me how long now to come out with this rather pathetic peace offering?

I really am sorry. I do apologise, most profusely (because I like big words :D). But, I do have school. Year 12, second last term, 7 separate assignments between six subjects, four practice essays in English... I'm not trying to garner sympathy, merely provide some sort of excuse for an extended absence. but, now I'm on holidays, and hopefully (I make no promises, because that usually turns out badly...), hopefully, I can get something done in the next two weeks.

Anyways, enough rambling by me. Enjoy!

Tyson and Max are idiots. I thought so before, but now I'm positive. They're freaking idiots. Who the hell thinks telling Brooklyn about their attempts at genocide against an anthill is a good idea? Not that he isn't already a nutcase, but he'll be even nuttier by the end of this trip. We all will, at least those of us that have to put up with them every bloody day. I have no idea how Kai managed for so long, or even Ray for that matter.

I've decided I'm just going to take meals in the cabin from now on. I'm sure I can make Spencer or Ray bring me my food, because I am not eating with the idiots. As of lunchtime, they decided it would be a great idea if their cabin joined our cabin for lunch, since we're all working together in a group and what-not. More bloody bonding shit. I swear, if I survive this week, I'm going to kill Mr. Dickenson.

Hilary and Ming-Ming finally had their food fight. It was freaking scary. Two women chucking food at each other while screaming their heads off? Yeah, we all ran for cover too. Like, nearly all of us just left them to it and ate lunch outside, in the forty degree heat, with the flies. It was that bad. Even the other girls just left them to it. I guess they've had to put up with them constantly since this stupid camp began though. Those two are seriously almost as bad as Tyson and Max. But only almost.

After lunch we had about half an hour of spare time before our next activity, so we all went back to our cabins, which don't even have frigging air conditioning or anything. The only ventilation we get is the bloody window. Pretty pathetic. I have no idea why anyone would want to come to this place in this sort of weather. Why couldn't Mr. Dickenson have booked it for autumn or something?

Ray and I took the chance to go for a walk to the candy shop. Yeah, they have a candy shop. It's full of chocolate, lollies...and Coke! While we were on our walk, we started plotting ways to get Spencer and Robert together. We didn't get much though; neither of us are particularly good as matchmakers. Ray suggested letting Mariah help, since she's a girl and they're apparently naturally gifted at shit like that. I couldn't give a flying farting monkey whether she helped or not, so I guess it means she's helping. As long as she can keep her mouth shut, because we do not need the idiots finding out what we're up to. God only knows what would happen if Max and Tyson found out. Anyway, we made the visit to the candy shop; I got a massive bottle of Coke (because I really need to catch up on what I've missed the past couple of days. I usually get at least one 600mL bottle a day), and Ray got some weird lollies; liquorice allsorts or something. I hate liquorice though, so I'm so not flogging any.

Anyway, right now we're sitting on the little porch thing the cabins have, just doing absolutely nothing until the instructors show up to tell us what's happening next.

"Bloody hell, Bryan. You think you'd be able to kick the Coke addiction for at least a few days."

"Uh, that's the point of an addiction, Spencer. You don't kick it. You need it to survive."

"Liquorice allsort?" That's Ray, always the bloody peacemaker. He is seriously way too nice for his own good. I cannot believe he and Spencer actually like those disgusting things! Ugh!

"So when are you two going to get together?" Alright, it's official: Spencer's a bastard. I think he's just given Ray a heart attack. The kitty's all white and pale looking. He'd better not go dying on me, because I seriously suck at first aid. Tala's the would-be doctor for the team. Guess I'd better save the poor kitty from the shame.

"Probably the same time you and Robert start going out." Any chance to embarrass Spencer. He deserves it, smug liquorice-liking bastard. Not for liking liquorice, just for being a bastard. If he deserved it for liking liquorice, I'd have to be nasty to Ray too, which I'm not. Ha, that got him. He's gone really, really red – like a tomato, except he was ghost white before that. It's kinda funny, actually. I mean, picture it – Spencer Petrov, blushing.

"You're a bastard, Bryan." Well, duh. I've been hanging around you for way too long. And Kai. For Kai is the king of all things mean and cold-hearted – at least, that's what Tala said one time, and it was funny enough that it's now a recurrent joke of sorts. Because we are awesome people who have recurrent jokes. I should just stop thinking...

"Does anyone know what we're doing next?" Oh, great. Here we go – the idiots have decided to grace us with their presence. Can't you feel the magical bonding happy-time coming on?

"No idea, Max. If I knew, I wouldn't be sitting here in the heat. I'd be there, doing whatever it is in the heat instead."

"Are you serious, Ray? You actually like this heat?" Has no one ever introduced Tyson to sarcasm, or is he just that stupid? I seriously do not get him at all. Which is probably a good thing. Better for my mental health, at any rate.

"No Tyson," Ray says wearily. At least, I think that's the word. He sounds tired of talking to Tyson, anyway, so I'll just say wearily for the thrill of it. And because it makes me sound smart.

"Why are the instructors here?" Max asks, pointing. Well, maybe to tell us the next activity? Seriously, I don't know how anyone puts up with this pair. If it was me, they would have died a long time ago. I've only been stuck with them for half a day and I'm about ready to kill them. Honestly, I have no idea how Kai and Ray could put up with them. Well, Ray's pretty patient, so I can see how he could do it, but Kai's a cranky young fart.

"Probably for the next activity," Spencer rumbles, before walking back inside. He really does rumble, too. I think it's because he's so big. Like a train or something, how they rumble along the tracks. Except Spencer has no sense of direction...

"Well, I just hope it's something good." It had better not be hiking, otherwise I am fully willing to justify my reputation as a nutcase and kill someone.

"OI!" Holy mother of Jesus, that Kiaya woman can bellow. But then again, she's nearly as big as Spencer...it's quite scary, actually. "Everyone get out here now!" It's amazing how much like ants everyone looks at the moment, all crowded on their porches, trying to stay where they can get a little bit of air flow that might have been cool in another life. For example, Ray and I are still sitting here, Spencer's had to come back out, and he's jumped up on the little guard rail which I'm scared is going to break under his weight. Not because I care, just because I don't want to get squashed by him. Miguel and Claude are standing behind us, leaning up against the wall, while Robert's back just inside the cabin and shade.

"Great," Jase said cheerfully. I wonder how he can be so cheerful in this heat; it's enough to make a person kill. I think I might have mentioned such a thing earlier – or was that just Tyson and Max who'd make someone want to commit murder? Ah well, either way works for me. "Now, I know it's pretty hot, and a lot of you aren't really used to this sort of weather, but it is supposed to get cooler later in the week. Tomorrow is gonna be a killer though, so we're making it an official beach day, with shopping in Newcastle in the afternoon." Well, thank God. Or whoever up there is nice enough to cool things off for us. I swear I'm going to go home with heatstroke, and then I'll get pneumonia...cause and effect. The weather is gonna kill me.

"Anyway, we thought it's a little early to start the next activity, so we're going to do a big group one." Ugh, bonding. Shoot me now. "Everyone up." I think he's nuts. Someone take him away now. Lock him up, I say! Wait... that sounded really stereotypically English. Hello, chaps. Yuck.

"I'm serious." That's nice, pal, but your glare really isn't that scary. I'm not moving. I have a nice...warm...okay, maybe not so nice but still comfy...alright, it's not comfy either...well, whatever. I'm not moving.

"Oi! Get up, you little monkeys!" That was Kiaya, and good lord in heaven – she is LOUD.

"She scares me," I can hear Claude whisper. Yeah, I'm following him and Miguel over to the picnic table in the middle of the big grassy section that separates a line of three cabins from another line of three cabins. Our cabin is on the side that's further away from...well, from everything, pretty much. All we're close to is some charming trees in which this kookaburra that is nearly as noisy as Kiaya lives. At least, I think it's a kookaburra. Australian animals are all really weird.

"Okay, now get in a circle and hold hands." Oh no. Hell no. I am not doing that.

"Come on Bryan," Ray whispers. I glare. Death glare. Because I don't care how nice he is, I am not participating in any touchy-feely shit. Nuh-uh. No way.

"Yeah, Bryan," Spencer smirks, before yanking me into the circle. Bastard. I've got him on one side and Ray on the other. I have no idea what we're doing, but I doubt it's going to be fun.

"Alright, everyone in? Supervisors too." Yes, thank the big man up there. Max's dad just put himself between me and Spencer. "Good. Now, the aim of this activity is to try and yank people into the barrel." Yeah, we formed a circle around a barrel. I had wondered what that was there for. Stupid barrel. It smells kinda like petroleum. I hate the smell of petroleum. Wait...yanking people into a barrel? I take back what I said earlier. This could be fun.

"Of course, if you let go of a person's hand during the exercise, you're out too," the blond surfer guy adds. "It's actually pretty fun. Last time we played, it got down to me against Kiaya...I think you can all guess who won." Everyone laughs at that – he's like half the size of the woman. Not that that makes him small, because she's pretty big. Not fat or anything, just big. Like tall and with muscle big.

"Okay, everyone ready?' Davo asks. "Let's go!" Instantly people begin pulling and shoving and trying to throw people into the barrel. Spencer and Kiaya have kinda just dug their feet in, and because I'm near Spencer, I'm not being pulled too far, luckily. Mr. Tate's kinda strong too. You know, for an old guy. Well, not as old as Mr. Dickenson or Tyson's Grandpa, but still.

Yes! Ming-Ming just got hurled into the barrel...by Garland, no less. Despite what he did to Tala, if he keeps the Ming-Ming abuse up, I really could start to like the guy. And she dragged Kenny with her. Not that I hate him, but the obsession he has with the little brat is scary. He should definitely get counselling or something.

"Tyson! You're going to rip my arm off!" Yes, that was Hilary screeching just then. Because that girl really is a world champion screecher. Which still doesn't explain what she's doing with a world class blading team when she herself can't blade. Ah well, she just got eliminated by the idiot, who threw himself at the barrel just to eliminate her – the idiot being Tyson, of course. "You idiot, Tyson!"

"You tell him, Hilary," Max adds. Idiot. Now Michael has managed to force him into the barrel...wait, when did I miss the four imps (Ray's influence) getting knocked out? Why did I miss it? I wanted to laugh at Ian, dammit!

...And we've just lost Brooklyn. He stopped to look at some birds, and Kai pushed him into the barrel. Don't ask me about the physics behind pushing a person into something when the only point of contact is their wrist, because I'm really not sure how it happened either. But hey, it's Kai. Logic doesn't apply to him, the bastard.

"Oh crap." That was me. More specifically, that was me being forced into the barrel, by Spencer and Max's dad. Assholes. I hope they eliminate each other. I really do. Or that Kiaya gets them. Because that would be poetic justice, or something like that. Well, maybe not, but I'm going to pretend it is anyway. Because I can do that.

...And I'm going to take a seat on the picnic table. Again. With Miguel, who I also hadn't noticed had been eliminated. Hmm. I feel really inadequate now. Gah, it's so hot! I hate heat! At least summer back home is still cold. Here it's absolutely ridiculous how hot it is. I'm betting even our summer is colder than their winter.

I'm so over this. I think I might just take the chance now to go...to...sleep...

...So. What did you think? I know it's not much, but I really did want to put out something...although it's making this one day go forever...

Well, please review. Not that I really deserve it after neglecting this for so long...but review anyway? :D