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"Hemple, put that stick under the pile! Not on stop! You're going to kill the whole fire before it even starts!" Coach yelled.

"I'm not going to kill the fire. See it's starting..." Zaire replied with a grin as he pushed the stick into the pile again.

"Oh it's dead." He mumbled. The stick he had pushed in had snuffed out the fire that was just starting.

"Oh my God! And you were the one that made the suggestion!" Quinnel replied rolling his eyes.

They were trying to start the fire pit and Zaire was in no way skilled in doing it. He kept pushing the sticks, that the hotel had provided, in different directions that it snuffed out the fire the others were managing to start.

The night was dark and a thick blanket of darkness had enveloped the sky only lit up by stars that looked tiny. The moon was peeking out behind a dark cloud so the ground wasn't that bright but fortunately, the hotel had given them a torch light as well.

"You know what? Zaire, just step back. I'm about to kill myself j