Madison Cameron, Jared's younger sister. Luckily, she didn't get the wolf gene. That doesn't mean she doesn't hang out with the pack. Join her as she annoys and irritates the Quileute's.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own Twilight. If I did the wolves would be wearing a lot less than shorts.

I think Jared should appreciate and value me a lot more. I mean, this morning for example. I got up like the usual routine, watched a bit of Spongebob then started having a go at me because apparently /I/ kept him and Kim up all night. I kindly pointed out that it's not my fault if I can't sleep because all I can hear from the room beside me (that's him room) are bumps and moans! Basically, I was trying to get to sleep and obviously I couldn't. What do I do? Put The Lion King on. I turned the TV right up and sang along to all the songs until they shut up. Luckily, my mom wasn't home because she was out with Emily. You're probably wondering how I didn't get tired. I was drinking Monster and eating M & M's. You get my point, okay. Jared should be protective of me because I'm the youngest and some of his friends (not naming names but pretty much the whole pack) are hot.

Now, here I am, at one of those bloody bonfires. The pack is here, their imprints, Billy and Sue. Claire is even here. I'm sat between Jared and Seth. Seth's okay because he's my best friend but Jared is irritating me again. He just stole my chicken! Time to start noting how to annoy everyone. I got out a pen and notebook (I knew that I'd get bored which I why I brang it with me) and started writing:

Operation Annoy The Pack (OATP)

Tell Paul that he has anger issues, is possibly mentally unstable and that he needs to take anger management classes.

Tell Rachel that she needs to sign Paul up for these anger management classes.

Ask Jared why he and Kim moan when they sleep and act all innocent about it. (This one has to be asked in front of the whole pack.)

Steal their food.

Lick their food before they eat it.

Ask Jared if his boobs have fully developed yet.

Make Embry drive me to the McDonalds drive-thru, specify to McDonalds that I would like my meal 'to go' and not give any to Embry.

Ask Jacob whether he's managed to get into Bella's virgin pants yet.

Bad mouth about Bella in front of Jacob.

Tell Jacob that Edward Cullen is sexy. (Haha, but, he's not.)

Follow a few paces behind Quil, spraying everything he touches with a can of Lysol.

Lick the fillings out of the Oreos, place the cookie parts back in the tray then offer them to my dear werewolf friends.

At any available time at one of these campfires, insist on having a sing-song. E.g. F.U.N, Campfire Song Song, Goofy Goober. Yes, all Spongebob.

Ask Paul how he felt when Bella bitch slapped him.

Steal even more of their food.

Insist on dressing Leah up as a princess and making her look more like a girl rather than an attractive male with boobs. (I don't know why I feel like tormenting Leah, she isn't that bad.)

Talk about dinosaurs.

Force them into going up to the mountain, which I shall refer to as Candy Mountain, to look for a pet dinosaur.

Ask Brady if I can put him on a leash and call him my 'puppy'.

I soon stopped writing when I saw Jared being nosey; can't have him knowing my plans. Billy had just finished telling that Chief thing tale. I wasn't listening. I never do. I saw my chance as it seemed to be silent.

"I have an idea!" I perked up as everyone glanced at me. I cleared my throat. "I call this one, the Campfire Song Song." I picked up a random guitar which I couldn't play but it didn't matter. Claire looked rather happy about this. I know she knows the lyrics because we sing together regularly. "Let's gather around the campfire and sing our campfire song," I started to sing at the top of my voice, ignoring the groans and shut ups being thrown at me, "our C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E S-O-N-G song and if you don't think that we can sing it faster than you're wrong, but it'll help if you just sing along..."

"Bom, bom, bom!" Claire joined in. There. That girl is my inspiration and motivation to carry on.

I started singing faster. "C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E S-O-N-G song, C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E S-O-N-G song, and if you don't think that we can sing it faster than you're wrong, but it'll help if you just sing along! C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E S-O-N-G song! Claire!"

"Song! C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E..." Claire seemed a bit lost – at least she tried.

"Jared!" I tried to encourage him into singing as well (actually, I didn't do anything but still). He sat their like a lemon and tried his best to ignore me. "Good! It'll help; it'll help, if you just sing along! OH YEEAAHH!"

Once I finished serenading everyone, they all gave me a weird look (except Claire). Quil and Embry just sort of clapped awkwardly but then Jacob stopped them.

"Why...?" Was all that Sam asked.

"It's a campfire!" I simply beamed. "At a campfire, you sing songs and tell stories... And eat marshmallows. Anyway, since Billy told a story I thought I would sing... Shall I sing something else? I want chicken first though!"

The next thing I heard was a tragedy.

"Paul ate it all."

I could have screamed. That bastard ate all the chicken. ALL OF THE CHICKEN! It's not fair. I love chicken too. As a matter of fact, I love chicken more than Paul.

"Um..." Jared looked uncertain at my silence. "Madison, are you okay? You're extremely quiet."

It took me a moment to realize that my brother was talking to me. "I'm fine," I sniffed. "I think I just need time to mourn over the chicken. May the chicken which I wanted to eat rest in peace. Amen."