A/N: Summer camp was always my favorite part of summer break. Getting to be with my friends, sing songs, and participate in traditions that anyone outside the camp wouldn't understand; it was great. This chapter is a future look at the camp I set up in my story from last summer. And is largely inspired by a camp I've fallen in love with in Maine. Hope you all enjoy!

Christine followed the rest of her cabin into the Activities Center. The bleachers were set up, which meant an 'All Camp' assembly. The Senior 2's headed straight back to their seats, all twenty-two of them decked out in spirit gear. They, unlike the new and younger kids, knew how special this night was going to be. A few other cabins were already there, sitting in their age groups, and Forky and Chankla were leading them in a repeat song. Christine noted that the Mini-Camp kids were missing, she remembered back to her summer as a Mini-Camper, and hoped they were off doing something fun like playing games in Fairyland or making ice cream.

The seniors joined in with their fellow campers, yelling out the lyrics to a song they know very well.

"Let's build a bungalow big enough for two! Big enough for two, my darlin'. Big enough for two. Whoa, whoa, whoa, when we get married, happy we'll be. Under the bamboo, under the bamboo tree! If you'll me M-I-N-E mine, I'll be T-H-I-N-E thine. And I'll L-O-V-E love you all the T-I-M-E time. You are the B-E-S-T best, of all the R-E-S-T rest and I will L-O-V-E love you all the T-I-M-E time. Rack 'em up, stack 'em up, an 'ole time. Cows in the barnyard: Moo! Moo! Kisses in the moonlight: Whoo Whoo! Matches in a gas tank: Boom! Boom! Trees in the forest: Stand tall! Potatoes in the garden: Po-tay-toe!"

The added last lines earn the Seniors glares from the counselors, which sends them into peals of laughter. "Don't listen to them, those aren't the words," Forky tells the younger girls, who are just as giggly as their older peers.

"Yes they are!" Jazmine yells back. Christine laughs at her friend's rebuttal. Jazz has always been loud and outspoken; it's what Christine loves about her.

"Alright, enough out of you lot!" Forky yells back at them in her thick New Zealand accent.

By the time the counselors finish scolding the Seniors, the other age groups are starting to arrive. They get through another couple songs before every camper is in attendance, sitting with their age groups with the counselors scattered anywhere they could find a spot, and eagerly waiting for the assembly to start

All Rosie has to do to get her camper's attention when she came out onto the stage was raise her hand in the air and wait. She'd been camp director for nearly two decades and knew how to command respect. Not only that, but she'd been made the unofficial 'Camp Mom' by all the girls, and was loved on by them all summer.

"Welcome to the third night of camp, everyone!" Rosie starts, scanning the room at all her girls. "I'm sure you're all enjoying getting reacquainted with your cabinmates, or getting to know them; whatever the case may be. Tonight is a very special All Camp. Tonight we find out who the captains will be for our color war teams. Now, for those of you who don't know: Color War has been a camp tradition since we first opened way back in 1927. At the time, my great granddaddy, Papaw Joe-"

"We love you, Papaw Joe!" The older girls cheer right on cue; the newest group of Juniors have no idea what it going on.

Rosie continues with her story, explaining the history of Color War at the camp; that it was a friendly competition between the two teams, the Cubs in blue, and the Tigers gold, in various events, games, and activities, and that it was mostly to build camp spirit and get the older girls working with the younger ones. Every activity earned the respective winning team points, and the team with the most points at the end of the summer would win the Color War Cup.

"Now," she says, "our Senior 2's have been eagerly waiting for this announcement, so I'm not going to make them wait any longer." The excited-nervous chatter from the back of the room makes Rosie pause just a moment longer. "The captain of the Cubs is Mori Page!"

The room filled with noise as the eldest girls screamed for their friend. As the tiny, brown-haired girl dashed up to the stage, her age-group screamed "Chickie-Boom, Chickie-Bummer, Mori!", while the rest of the camp echoed with "Sis-Boomity Hoo-Rah, Mori!"

Rosie waited until the noise died down before continuing. "And the co-captain for the Eagles is Jackie Bonzali!" More screaming from the Seniors ensued, and Jackie, dark-haired with deep brown skin, ran up on stage and hugged her friend and co-captain.

Christine gripped her friends' hands tightly. She was so excited and nervous. She loved every single girl in her age group, as if they were her sisters, and she knew that this was their very last captains announcement night they would ever get. She was savoring every single second.

"The captain for the Tigers is Christine Booth!"

The room fell silent. Christine couldn't hear a thing, she could feel her friends touching her and hugging her, and the pressure in her ears of everyone screaming, but she couldn't hear a thing. She was captain. She. Christine. She was so elated and in disbelief. Was this even real? Somehow she ended up on stage and hugging Jacki and Mori, and that's when her hearing returned.

"And, finally, the co-captain for the Tigers is Emma Hughes!" Christine's jaw dropped as she looked to the back of her room at her best friend. Emma. Oh my gosh!

Sure, Christine loved all her camp sisters, but she and Emma had been through it all together. From facing playground bullies in first grade, to navigating the terrors of middle school, and the insanity of high school. They had seen things and stayed true friends the entire time. Sure, they fought, but it always ended in a good talk and a hug.

Emma ran as fast as she could up onto the stage and tackle hugged Christine, both girls already crying. Soon, their own hug was joined by the rest of their age group, ending in a mound of limbs, screams and tears.

"Chickie-Boom Chickie-Bummer, Senior Two's!"

"Sis-Boomity Hoo-Rah, Senior Two's!"

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Once the rest of the camp was released back to their cabins, Rosie led the four captains back to the office and let them use the phone to call home. Christine let Emma go before her, and held her friend's hand as she talked to her mom. Emma was so excited; her older sister, Sophie, had been team captain her last summer too. And since Emma was the last kid in her family to go through the camp, it was wonderful that both girls got to be captains.

"I love you too," Emma says, wrapping up her call. "I will. See you soon. Bye!" Emma hangs up the phone and turns to Christine, still wide-eyed and close to tears. "Oh my God!"

"I know," Christine replies, hugging her friend again. They switch places, and Christine holds the phone to her ear as it rings. "Dad? Hi!"

"Christine! Hey, baby! How are you?"

"I'm good."

"Have the bugs eaten you alive yet?"

"No, not yet. But there's still time." She can hear her mom on the other end of the call, asking who is on the phone. Her dad explains that it was their daughter calling from camp and changes the phone to speaker mode.

"Christine! Hello, sweetheart!"

"Hey, momma!"

"How are you? Are you enjoying camp so far?" Brennan asks, taking over the call.

"Yes! It's been great! That's actually why I'm calling," normally they aren't allowed to call until Sunday. "Guess who just became captain of the Tiger team this summer?"

"Ha! No way! That's my girl!" Booth shouts, and Christine can picture him punching the air in happiness.

"That is very wonderful news," Brennan agrees. "You are going to do very well in this leadership role."

"Thanks, mom," Christine says, rolling her eyes a bit. "Oh! And guess who is my co-captain?"

"Who?" Both her parents ask, not wanting to play the guessing game.

"Emma!"

"Hey! That's great! You two are gonna be the best captains," Booth says.

"My dad says 'congrats'," Christine relays to her friend. "She said 'thank you'. Yeah, it's pretty crazy! I'm really excited!"

"We're excited for you," Brennan says. "I cannot wait to see you on visitation day and see you lead your team."

"Yes! I'm excited too! Okay, I have to go. I love you."

"We love you too. We can't wait to see you in a few weeks. We'll be cheering for you from home," Booth says. "We love you, Monkey."

"Love you too. Bye." She hangs up and, along with her three fellow Seniors, heads back to her cabin.

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The next day during lunch, the two captains announced their teams. Mori went first, standing on a table, and rattled off the list of kids on her team, listening to them squeal and cheer as their name was called. The younger girls were particularly excited to be included in the fanfare and were even happier when friends from their cabin ended up on their team.

With one final "Hoo-Rah! Hoo-Rah! Hoo-Rah, Cubs!" Mori jumped off the table and traded places with Christine.

"Alright, Tiger team! Juliette Acevedo, Callie Brookfield, Piper Brookfield, Angela Cooper-" the list went on and on. Finally, after the final name had been called, Christine looked up and shouted "Sis-Boom-Bah! Tigers, Rah!"

And with that, Color War officially started.