• Cleo & Leo POV
    “Leo you are such a moron! Why shouldn’t we at least ask them if we can go, huh?” Cleo was arguing with her idiot of a know-it-all brother, Leo. “And don’t say,’ because I already know they are going to say no!’ Cause if you go around living life like that you going to die bored!” Leo looked at her contemptuously, both wondering how they got the other as a twin.
    “Better to die bored, than live in disappointment.” He retorted in his matter-of-fact tone. The one he used for adults who insistently tried to get him to obey them. He knew the logical way things would go from here. Cleo would get frustrated most likely say he was insane, then go ask mom and dad about the stupid camp anyway. He rolls his gold eyes in exasperation. She would be typical Cleo in other words. He waited, she was in shock. “Leo “she said simply “You’re insane, you know that?”
    “So put me in an insane asylum.” He said bored. “Problem solved.”
    “NO! Problem NOT solved! Problem still HERE! Just relocated!” she said furiously.
    He smirked “Well at least I would be away from here!” He was smug, thinking he had just won the argument when Cleo smiles.
    “Well that’s why we’re going to camp!” she smiles victorious, waiting for Leo to catch on to the trap. He looked confused ‘serves him right!’ She thought.
    “Wait! Wha-ARG!” he smacks himself hard on the head. In a defeated voice he asks “I walked right into that one huh?” already knowing the answer he sighs. ”fine well go ask but I already know they are going to say---“Cleo cut him off dragging him from the attic.
    “Come on Leo!” she uses her five-year old voice because it will make Leo smile against his will. ‘Damn’ he thought ‘she had to use the voice’ he smiles reluctantly.













    Bones P.O.V.
    They were doing it again; trying to take control of her life. She hated it when they did that. In fact, she hated just about everything in this place. The school; with students who poke fun at the unknown because they are too terrified of the truth to face it. The people; who live their disgustingly simple lives in such carefully crafted secrets of deceit that their faces aren’t even the ones they were born with. And her so-called ‘family’; who spread rumors and lies when they suspect she isn’t looking. All of it: despicable and fake. This is the environment she was stuck in, the one they expected her to thrive in, when it was all she could do to survive it. And here they were again, standing in the living room, with her parents telling her she couldn’t go somewhere she hadn’t even wanted to go to in the first place. Just the same old routine: boring. But this time it’s a little different. These plastic, pathetic, fake so called ‘people’ had driven her to it. She hadn’t even wanted to go to that dumb camp. But now, with her ‘parents’ yelling at her and telling her she couldn’t go, how dare she even ask when they already do so much for her…well. She really wanted to. Just to show them that she was capable, just to really…freak them out…she was going to this camp whether they liked it or not! ‘Hmm...” she thinks to herself ‘sounds like an adventure…about time!’
    “Are you even listening to me!?” her mother yelled in a shrill voice.
    “Nope.” She replied very nonchalant.
    “DON’T YOU SPEAK TO YOU MOTHER IN THAT TONE!” her dad screamed red faced, a purple vein pulsing in his neck. She admired the effect of this while calmly replying.
    “Don’t speak to me as though I am an insolent and spoiled child whining for the Taj Mahal.”
    This had quite a curious effect. Her father looked like he had stopped breathing a while ago, so red faced that it seemed if she were to count down from ten he just might explode! This was an unintended but undeniably hilarious side effect of what she intended but, for once, they were both speechless.
    She continued. “I have never once asked to go to this place, I had never once intended on going to this ‘Camp Wisteria’. But now, just because you never let me do anything…I’m going, whether you like it or not.” Calmly she turned around and headed to her room to pack, trying very hard to burst out laughing since it would ruin the effect. Silently she counted…3…2…1…annnnndd… “WHAT!!” ‘BINGO!’ She burst out laughing. She knew that she would get away with this unscathed from her parental units. Still laughing she started packing.





    Angel P.o.v.
    “Hey, Angel boy Come here!” there they were again. Ugh! Those stupid people, they infuriate me…’uh… that’s funny I just reminded myself of someone, but…who?’ He thought to himself. The sound of running footsteps jerked him back into reality. ‘They’re coming!’ he looked around franticly searching for a hiding spot. ‘There!’ He quickly darted up a bunch of nearby apple tree’s feverently waiting for his heart to silence, and hoping they wouldn’t look up to see his olive toned skin through the leaves.
    “Hey! WHERE’D HE GO?” The crowd of girls came into sight then. Running around the courtyard like mice, searching for him. Then the boys caught up to them. “WHERE IS HE!?!? WHERE IS THAT LITTLE-AUGHH!!” one of the boy’s cries was cut off by three girls shoving him to the ground and kicking him screaming shrilly. “DON’T EVER THINK TO UNSULT ANGEL AGAIN!! ANGEL IS THE NICEST! MOST HONESTLY GOOD GUY ANYWHERE! THAT’S WHY HE IS AN ANGEL!!!”
    Angels eyes widened in surprise at the fierceness of their loyalty. Wondering why they trusted him so ‘especially when all I have ever done is hurt them…most often unintentionally!’ The girls quickly go tired of searching and went away sulking, leaving the boys to search more violently. “Come out come out where ever you are…” one of the boys called sinisterly. They stalked threateningly around the courtyard. Hissing like snakes…
    Suddenly they stopped in a panic at the sound of the principal’s gruff voice. “That’s it! I want all of you out by the time I walk in there or you’re all SUSPENDED!” The principal walked into the courtyard as the last boy disappeared across the street. “Angel!” he called knowingly “Come on out, it fine…”
    The old man raised his eyebrows in surprise as Angel jumped out of the tree, landing unscathed from the 20 foot fall, and shaking his long black bangs out of his brown eyes. “Thanks” he said to him. “You know its no problem. I may be old but I’ve still got a few tricks up my sleeve” The man lifted up his sleeve and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper as Angel looked on, bored. He was tired of listening to this crazy adult. They never had anything important to say. “Angel, are you listening to me?”
    “Um,” he thought “No, not really.” The principal sighed in exasperation.
    “Here.” He handed Angel the paper. He looked down; it was some cheesy flier for some stupid camp. Welcome to Camp Wisteria! It said in large letters; where you realize you greatest strengths! Like I said, it was cheesy. “I’ve already given the flier to your parents!” the principal said smugly.
    “So, what’s that supposed to mean?” Angel replied in confusion. The principal smiled somewhat evilly.
    “It means, Pack your bags! You leave tomorrow!” he exclaimed grandly. ‘Oh no, oh dear god no’
    And so the nightmare began…