Camp Buddy Character Ages Novels & Stories

then Cassidy and I slept. 9hrs 12mins I woke up to see the sunlight peeking through the window, then I looked at Cassidy smiling at me “morning Cassidy” as I looked at Charlotte & the missing children. “Guys I have one question that is bugging me” I said to them “what’s your question dad?” Cassidy questioned me “were you and your friends were abused by your families before you were killed by the hands of Glitchtrap?” I asked them “unfortunately we were then you already know the rest. After the events from the FNAF timeline my friends and I become friends with the Aftons, Charlotte’s family, Clara’s family, William’s family, Henry’s family and also our families after that our little prank on

I've only seen her once on TV, but she looks fierce. After the victory against the Dragon Pack, Caledon decided it would be good to start training everyone. Not those with certain skill sets. So, they came up with the Caledon training camp. A boot camp for kids like me. 18 to 22. Four years of training to either leave with skills or join the security unit. My parents are sweet people, but a bit paranoid. They're convinced the Dragons will make another uprising. I don't think so with girls like Luna Anna, there's no way they'd be stupid enough to return.

Emma glared at him confused “What camp?” Caleb thought of the first time he joined the training camp, he was fifteen when he did that. His heart was filled with hatred and all he wanted was to train and become the best, but they were also in charge of cooking their meal. So they all had to learn how to cook, but he couldn’t say that to Emma as she thinks he is a normal wolf. “The wolf camp, it’s a fun place…we play games during summer break” he explained and she nodded, while other packs were organizing wolf camps to play games, she was organizing a training camp for kids to train and become strong.

I say, keeping my face as serious as possible. All four males look at each other, but they don’t give much away. The one is definitely older, maybe even 22 or so. Dex told me last night he’s just turned 19, and well I’ll be 17 next month. If I live to see it. I have no doubt that in addition to being the only female at camp, I’m the youngest. “That’s treason talk, female,” one of them says.

SUMMER CAMP WITH MY BROTHERS BESTFRIEND CHAPTER 1. Riley's POV The camp looked exactly the same as it did three years ago. Pine trees towering over wooden cabins, the lake shimmering in the afternoon sun, the smell of campfire smoke already drifting through the air. But I wasn't the same. I wasn't the awkward sixteen-year-old with braces and zero confidence anymore. I was nineteen now, fresh off my first year of college, and I'd finally figured out how to be comfortable in my own skin.

Alrighty then. Imogen’s eyes are sparkling mischievously. “So, Amara, I am Imogen, and so excited to have another girl here. It’s lovely to meet you.” She beams at Amara. The kids all start to introduce themselves one by one, Lauryn is 14 and her brother Julian is 12. They were campers on the ranch who were stranded here. It was the same for Anna who is 12 and her younger brother Theo who is 11. The littlest ones were the ones we found all alone in an abandoned pharmacy in a nearby town. Ingrid is 8 and her little brother Sebastian is 4, they have been with us for 2 years now.

“We are going to tell the school they are cousins of the family and just in town for a few weeks. This way they can do the buddy system and no questions will be raised.” “They are slightly older than the girls but not by much, the youngest is 16, this will be his first charge, but we needed the ages to be believable. Instead of going on the real ages of 18, 17, and 16 we are going to tell the school they are 16, 15 and 13.” He gave me a moment to process the information and I nodded that I approved of the plan. “As far as cooking is concerned, don’t stress to much about it right now. We will all pitch in and the guys at the camp have everything they need. If you would like me to invite Trist

We walked by women by large fire places, cooking in giant pots in groups and also past children playing. The boys from about age seven to early teenage were practicing the use of weapons with some of the rogue warriors, while the girls were cooking in smaller pots not very far from the older women—I believe was also training for them. Even in their comfort zone, every single one of them was wearing the same mask. Right in the middle of camp was a tent that was bigger and slightly more sophisticated. It was coated all round with a trampoline and I assumed that would be the only safe place in the case of a storm. There were two wolf guards at the entrance.

They showed me around and accommodated me, telling me some basic rules and information about their training. "How old exactly y'all?" I asked, feeling kinda curious about them. "I'm 19," said John. "18." Tarzan. "18." Mariah. "16," said the most tiny in their little group, Aia. I shrugged my shoulders. They weren't that old. Just around my age and I'm glad that I wouldn't be awkward around them 'because they're not that old for me to hang out with. Aia and I sat on a trunk as we watched the three fight against each other in hand on hand combat.

Carly offered, "We can't have more than two matrons and two patrons on this." "Why did you tag me along then?" My gaze narrowed as I glared at the woman I knew as my grandmother. "Stop being so whiney. What other way was I going to get you out of your misery?" Her voice was a hush which I doubted anyone in the room aside Carly could hear. "Here are the names and ages of the kids, use them just in case you get stuck at any point but they're all preteen girls from ages eleven to fourteen. Is that something you can handle?"