Oh, I know. I'm getting ahead of myself, what with writing stories, and you know, start MORE. But, don't worry. I can totally juggle them all like a pro. XD

Chapter One: Math

Alright, time for some math, kiddos. Let's start out with something simple. Six bird kids plus one talking dog equals? If you said seven, you fail math. It obviously equals trouble. Now, take six bird kids, one talking dog, and a summer camp and add them together. If you got eight, you fail at math too. In this case, it equals something along the lines of 'so-much-trouble-we-stopped-counting-ages-ago'. Capiche?

Now, you're probably wondering why I'm even bothering teaching you math, right? Well, this has a lot to do with why I'm bothering to tell you this at all. Angel—the little... angel she is—signed us up for summer camp (Us meaning everyone. Total too.). I know, you're thinking, "summer camp? Whatever happened about saving the world?" Well, Angel went on about that too. Something about needing at least one week to relax.

And—as if to make matters worse—everyone just jumped for joy at the idea. Minus Fang. Flocking jumping for joy minus Fang equals? That's right, a slightly better situation. At least someone is on my side. Of course, it could be because that since the whole 'split-the-flock' idea, he's been almost afraid of even fighting with me. Staying on my good side and what not.

Still, what neither of us was even prepared for was the massive amount of Bambi eyed power used on us. If I didn't know better, I'd say that was a whole other power by itself. Of course, I do know better.

Either way, here we are. Outside of a summer camp. Pretty much awaiting our untimely death. When someone asks me, "how did you die?" I'll have to answer with, "Oh, summer camp. Same ol', same ol'." No, I don't even get to be mauled by Erasers, or even Flyboys. I have to die via summer camp. Thanks, Angel.

"You're welcome, Max," Angel chirped up from my side, smiling at me sweetly. I smiled tentatively back, trying my best to put on a brave face while being stared down by a massive sign saying 'Camp Angels- the place where dreams grow wings and take flight'. I swear, Angel choose this place just for the irony. "Yup," she replied, giggling slightly. Great.

Now, before I go ahead and tell you all about how I stepped into the camp and began my week of torture, understand the circumstances we're here under. I did say Angel signed us up, but what I meant to say was 'signed us up'. Nothing is ever that easy with us, you should know that by now. So, pretty much all the councilors thought we were normal kids from normal families with normal names.

So, a little bit more about this 'Camp Angels'. Well, other than picking it out for the name, Angel had a bit more incentive behind the choice. It was co-ed, so we wouldn't get too separated. The ages ranged from seven to fourteen. And, I know, I know. Angel is six. We weren't only lying when it came to our names you know.

And that's how we got here. Some forest in the middle of Montana. It's still better than sleeping on the ground, let me tell you that much. Still, camp is pretty much equivalent to death. Please tell me that your math teacher at least covered that.

Angel grabbed my hand reassuringly. "Come on, Max."
I took a deep breath, calming myself the most I could at a time like this—practically more tense than before. I turned around once to take in the full view of my flock and said with authority, "Remember, guys: One thing goes awry and we leave, alright?" They all nodded in agreement, most barely able to keep the glee off their faces.

Suddenly Angel jerked at my hand. "Maaax, stop wishing that Flyboys would come. It is not better than camp and you know it."

I muttered under my breath, "Keep telling yourself that, honey." That earned a smile from Fang, instantly brightening up my day. Just enough to walk under that camp sign with my head held high and my hopes held low.

Let's beg that this week will feel a lot less long while I'm experiencing it than I am now.