GS Summer Camp
Disclaimer: I do not own Golden Sun.
I am updating again. Yup ^_^.
To the Reviewers:
Idan Yuro- What's that s'posed to mean?
SSJ-Kybok Silverfang -Good idea. I might use that in Chapter 5.
Ivan's Kitsune- I have read your stories. Haven't you seen my reviews?
Now on with the fic!
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(at breakfast)
Sammi: That raid was GREAT!!!
Sheba: You're tellin' me!
(Way, WAY later, during dinner free time)
Sammi: It's OUR turn to go on the campout tomorrow night.
Sheba: Lucky boys...They already got it over with...
Mia: I hear we have to go right after lunch.
Jenna: Campout night is the single scariest night of the entire session!
(Tomorrow, after lunch)
Sammi: Well, at least we get to go to the NEW campsite.
Mia: Yeah, the old one is crawling with bugs...I pity Feizhi...She had to go to the old one...
Sammi: *shudder*
(At the campsite)
(Sammi has borrowed another girl's digital camera and is making videos)
Sammi: *zooms in on people making pita bread* How's it going?
Mia: Oh, fine, we only have a couple hundred more to go...
Jenna: I hear the hobo packs we're having for dinner are totally ick! (A/N: A hobo pack is a food that is sometimes seen at campouts where you throw tomatoes, onions, potatoes, and meat into a foil wrapper and cook it over the fire. Of course, at the camp in the story, the hobo packs are always either over- or under-cooked.)
Sheba: At least we have pita bread.
(Sammi walks over to where the mud oven is being made)
Sammi: So what are you doing?
Chaucha: We're making a mud oven.
Hamma: This is where we'll cook the pita bread!
Chaucha: This is fun!
Hamma: Yeah, and you can get all dirty! *throws mudball at Chaucha*
Chaucha: Hey! *throws mudball at Hamma*
(Sammi slowly inches away before she gets drawn into the mudfight)
Sammi: Whew! That was close!
Counselor: Okay, who wants to play Klingon Tag?
Everyone: I DO!
Sammi: Yep. Definitely want to do that. *sets down camera and goes off to play Klingon Tag*
(The game starts. Soon after, Sammi is the only one left standing.)
(Soon afterwards, they play 'Most Likely'. Sammi is voted most likely to pee in her pants. Sammi is not amused. Sheba is voted most likely to cuss out the counselor. Sheba is so offended by this comment that she cusses out the counselor.)
(Dinner)
(Sammi throws hobo pack into nearby bush and eats pita bread)
(After it gets dark)
Counselor: Okay, everyone find a stick to roast marshmallows on!
Sammi: It's too dark! I can't see anything!
Counselor: Use a flashlight!
Sammi (whining): I forgot to bring one!
Sheba: Borrow this one.
(Sammi finds stick)
Sammi: I found a stick
It's dirty and ick,
But it was the stick
That I chose to pick.
For I like that stick
No matter how ick,
'Cause it was the stick
That I happened to pick! (A/N: I actually made that poem up at camp.)
(They roast marshmallows and make sores)
(Almost bed time, after singing songs. Everyone is waving flashlights around)
Sammi: *singing softly*
Flashlights that go all the way to the stars,
Flashlights that light up Jupiter and Mars,
Flashlights that go all the way to the sun,
Flashlights that light up the stars, every one.
Flashlights that cut through the dark of the night,
Flashlights that mimic the full moon's pale light,
Flashlights that shine to the heavens above,
Revealing the angels, their wings filled with love.
Flashlights that never stop waving around,
Until it's time to go down to the ground.
Then it is time for the flashlights to rest,
Because for them, that's what truly is best.
But until then they will go to the stars,
The flashlights will light up Jupiter and Mars,
The flashlights will go all the way to the sun.
And they will light up the stars, every one! (Made that one up at camp, too) *yawn* *falls asleep*
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Well, how is it? I would really like it if you would comment on the poems, because I really worked hard on them. Yeah, I would really like it if you commented on the poems. As always, plz review!
Disclaimer: I do not own Golden Sun.
I am updating again. Yup ^_^.
To the Reviewers:
Idan Yuro- What's that s'posed to mean?
SSJ-Kybok Silverfang -Good idea. I might use that in Chapter 5.
Ivan's Kitsune- I have read your stories. Haven't you seen my reviews?
Now on with the fic!
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(at breakfast)
Sammi: That raid was GREAT!!!
Sheba: You're tellin' me!
(Way, WAY later, during dinner free time)
Sammi: It's OUR turn to go on the campout tomorrow night.
Sheba: Lucky boys...They already got it over with...
Mia: I hear we have to go right after lunch.
Jenna: Campout night is the single scariest night of the entire session!
(Tomorrow, after lunch)
Sammi: Well, at least we get to go to the NEW campsite.
Mia: Yeah, the old one is crawling with bugs...I pity Feizhi...She had to go to the old one...
Sammi: *shudder*
(At the campsite)
(Sammi has borrowed another girl's digital camera and is making videos)
Sammi: *zooms in on people making pita bread* How's it going?
Mia: Oh, fine, we only have a couple hundred more to go...
Jenna: I hear the hobo packs we're having for dinner are totally ick! (A/N: A hobo pack is a food that is sometimes seen at campouts where you throw tomatoes, onions, potatoes, and meat into a foil wrapper and cook it over the fire. Of course, at the camp in the story, the hobo packs are always either over- or under-cooked.)
Sheba: At least we have pita bread.
(Sammi walks over to where the mud oven is being made)
Sammi: So what are you doing?
Chaucha: We're making a mud oven.
Hamma: This is where we'll cook the pita bread!
Chaucha: This is fun!
Hamma: Yeah, and you can get all dirty! *throws mudball at Chaucha*
Chaucha: Hey! *throws mudball at Hamma*
(Sammi slowly inches away before she gets drawn into the mudfight)
Sammi: Whew! That was close!
Counselor: Okay, who wants to play Klingon Tag?
Everyone: I DO!
Sammi: Yep. Definitely want to do that. *sets down camera and goes off to play Klingon Tag*
(The game starts. Soon after, Sammi is the only one left standing.)
(Soon afterwards, they play 'Most Likely'. Sammi is voted most likely to pee in her pants. Sammi is not amused. Sheba is voted most likely to cuss out the counselor. Sheba is so offended by this comment that she cusses out the counselor.)
(Dinner)
(Sammi throws hobo pack into nearby bush and eats pita bread)
(After it gets dark)
Counselor: Okay, everyone find a stick to roast marshmallows on!
Sammi: It's too dark! I can't see anything!
Counselor: Use a flashlight!
Sammi (whining): I forgot to bring one!
Sheba: Borrow this one.
(Sammi finds stick)
Sammi: I found a stick
It's dirty and ick,
But it was the stick
That I chose to pick.
For I like that stick
No matter how ick,
'Cause it was the stick
That I happened to pick! (A/N: I actually made that poem up at camp.)
(They roast marshmallows and make sores)
(Almost bed time, after singing songs. Everyone is waving flashlights around)
Sammi: *singing softly*
Flashlights that go all the way to the stars,
Flashlights that light up Jupiter and Mars,
Flashlights that go all the way to the sun,
Flashlights that light up the stars, every one.
Flashlights that cut through the dark of the night,
Flashlights that mimic the full moon's pale light,
Flashlights that shine to the heavens above,
Revealing the angels, their wings filled with love.
Flashlights that never stop waving around,
Until it's time to go down to the ground.
Then it is time for the flashlights to rest,
Because for them, that's what truly is best.
But until then they will go to the stars,
The flashlights will light up Jupiter and Mars,
The flashlights will go all the way to the sun.
And they will light up the stars, every one! (Made that one up at camp, too) *yawn* *falls asleep*
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Well, how is it? I would really like it if you would comment on the poems, because I really worked hard on them. Yeah, I would really like it if you commented on the poems. As always, plz review!