Camp Buddy 2 の小説・ストーリー

I hooted and she chuckled. We started dragging our bags out of the room, down the stairs and across the corners of the living room. Mom was on the couch with dad lying next to her and his head on her thighs. "Have fun, girls. And remember----" "Early to bed, early to rise" We mimicked mom and dad laughed. Immediately, we got outside. Lucas and Austin, Zoe's newest boyfriend assisted us with the bags and luggage. I leaped and approached the Van which is an air vent. The car has seats and tables with a kitchen and bathroom in it. Perfect for a wide life camp.

A sly grin on her face told me that she knew exactly what my cabin-mate was doing. Before the dust settled behind the Beckwith's retreating Escalade, Bob rolled up in one of the camp's Gator utility vehicles. In the back was a huge tub filled with ice and beer. "Okay, everybody!" he called. "Another summer down with no campers drowned or eaten by bears. I call that a win. There is beer and soda for everybody!" We all swarmed the cart, grabbing our favorites. I was slow to get there, but Van emerged from the scrum with a Tecaté for me along with his own. We popped the tops.

When you can leap ten feet from flatfooted, dunking isn’t really a thrill. Before I was born, this camp used to be a nature retreat for school children, church groups, and the like. In the 80s, there were budget cuts, and the county was forced to sell the lodge, a dozen cabins, and fifty acres, including the river, ponds, a tract of virgin forest, and a cross section of Quarry Pack’s claimed territory.

134. The school bus rolled down the road, the engine humming as it carried the mass communication and students towards the destination of their much-anticipated camping trip. The arts and entertainment students had to take another school bus since this wouldn’t fit them all. Amber and Axel were seated side by side, their hands interlocked under the cover of their jackets. Amber was giddy that she got to attend this camping trip with them. She was happy she didn’t decline and stayed at home. She had no idea it was for all levels of the mass communication students. She thought it was only them, but thank goodness, she now had Axel, Melissa and Jack.

Simple words, but I knew they had deeper meaning. “Me, too, Zach. I would, if I could.” I mumbled back. “Hey, lovebirds! Enough of that…” Cassidy’s voice rang in the air, and when I spun around, I saw her with her hands on her hips at the center of the living room. I thought she was referring to us, but looking around, everyone was attached to their mates. “We need to set this straight now. This is a friendship camp, not a lover’s lane.” She continued, tapping her foot on the wooden floor.

Lillian snapped back to reality with a sheepish smile, "My husband couldn't make it today." "Men, always busy. He should make time for his wife and child." Stepping out of the hospital, a gentle drizzle began to fall. Lillian caressed her belly where a new life was taking root—hers and Oliver Qin's. Her phone vibrated, a message from her husband: "It's raining. Bring an umbrella to this address." The address was for the XX Clubhouse. What was this place? Wasn't he supposed to be in a meeting?

I was greeted by the sight of my best friend, Camila, lounging on the steps of the partially constructed packhouse, a mischievous grin on her face, and a duffel bag at her feet. “Camila!” I exclaimed, surprise quickly turning to delight. I rushed over, pulling her into a tight hug. “What are you doing here?” She pulled back, her grin widening. “I’m kidnapping you.” I blinked, confused. “What?” “You heard me. Corey, Lukas, and I decided you need a break. So, we’re going camping. Just like old times.” She gestured to her bag, then pointed to the truck parked a few feet away. “We’ve got everything packed and ready to go. All you need to do is grab a bag and get in.”

What matters now is that you understand what you're facing. The voices grew louder as we approached what looked like the entrance to a cave. But when we stepped through, I realized it wasn't a cave at all; it was a camp. Tents and lean-tos were scattered around a large underground cavern, with a fire pit in the center casting dancing shadows on the walls. A dozen people moved around the space, all of them armed with various weapons and wearing torn or faded clothes. "Welcome to Base Camp Seven," Amon said. "One of the safe zones."

“What’s up mom you wanted to see me?” “Sit down bug.” She pats the seat next to her. “Why do you insist on still calling me bug? I am an adult now. It's kind of embarrassing.” “Well suck it up buttercup. That is what I will always call you. Now I have some business to discuss with you. Your father and I have been asked to host a training camp. There is a new pack that has been recognized about 3 hours away. The Alpha is fairly young and he and his beta and best warriors will be coming to train under your father for 3 months.”

“Exactly, I have nothing to live for. I’ve been caged almost my entire life. What is there for me? You’re my last shot at freedom. Vex looks at me. Something in his eyes shifts his cold hard expression to something softer, empathy? Maybe. He breaks his gaze moving to a hidden panel in the wall, revealing a small arsenal of weapons. He selects a handgun, checking it with practiced efficiency. “Moretti's last wife didn't overdose. He killed her. Slowly.” He tucks the gun into his waistband and turns to face you. “Pack whatever you need. We leave in five minutes.” His phone buzzes again. He checks it, his expression darkening. “Kade says we have company. Three SUVs approaching from the west.” H