Camp Buddy Novels & Stories

Zarana, Vaski and the rest of the quartet had thrown up a 'these tiny bitches are with us' vibe. Being the smallest in their age group, they were protected by fourteen year olds. No pre-teen could match that. The counselors? They didn't care. Social bonding was the other half of the camp experience. You would make friends and enemies. It was natural. Promoting rivalries enhanced their competitive drives. This was not a 'now hug and make up' philosophy.

she sighed, “I’m sorry kids but it’s not in my power, I really thought he heard me that day.” “Don’t worry kids, we usually hold camping holidays here every summer so you can sign up if you want and will get to come back and play actual games with opponents. It’s usually fun and we hope you kids can make it. You will also get the chance to meet students your age and get to make new friends. We hope you will join us this summer,” Acacia smiled warmly to everyone and some mumbled while some nodded and some just kept quiet. I was among the quiet group.

Who the hell was that private number that texted me and what does the person know about my late son? Shrugging it off, I keep the phone back and focus back on the dean’s speech. “ This camp is designed to be both fun and educational. We'll have plenty of games, activities, and workshops that'll challenge your kids intellectually and academically, while also giving you both time to bond and have some fun together. I am…” Once again my phone dings ad I bring it out to meet Alex response. Alex: I’m sorry sir but it’s really an emergency. I really need to speak with you.

I can easily pull it off! Right now I just hope nobody will come and sit near me. The bus has more than 50 seats and only one student each from 36 schools across our state is participating in this camp. So, I guess I don't need to worry so much right now. There are many empty seats in the front. Nobody is going to come to me.

A perfect opportunity to execute Step 3: #MakeTheSuperstarJealous. She smiled. “Sure. I’ll go.” After the call, she opened the university website and found the official announcement. She took a screenshot of the poster and stared at it for a moment, her mind already spinning with possibilities. The poster she screenshotted read: [ WEEKEND CAMP FOR GRADUATING STUDENTS “Time to Breathe. Time to Remember.” Where: Whispering Pines Eco Park When: Saturday–Sunday | 2 Days, 1 Night

At each stop, the bikers laugh, share stories, and take pictures, all while raising awareness and funds for domestic violence. King keeps me practically attached to him, his arm wrapped around my waist at all times. I honestly thought all of his extra protection would eventually get on my nerves, but it doesn't—not when I feel safe with my boys and the rest of the club, plus War, looking out for me. The gun in my pocket doesn't hurt either.

I frowned slightly, my unease about to spill over. The next second, the phone in my palm vibrated. There came a notification of an update on the campus forum. Someone posted, "Shocking news! Two girls fought over one guy in an elective class today!"

Chapter Twenty-One The massive bonfire in the center of the clearing had grown into a huge, roaring blaze of bright orange fire by the time the dark night fully settled over the deep woods of the campground. The sound of loud laughter, rough rock music, and the constant clink of glass beer bottles filled the cool night air as the patched brothers of the Iron Reapers and a few of their allied motorcycle clubs celebrated the successful end of the very first day of the annual run.

So they are three selected to become the Main Alphas who control their groups. On my sixteen birthday, I am nervous, because I am going to camp for new alphas. It is called Alpha Camp, for all over the world for boys coming into be men at the age of 16 and to 18 years old before you get to become Alpha for your pack. "Honey, come down, dear," mom shouts upstairs towards my bedroom. We are in the Cabin, and we go there every year before school starts. But this year we came here because I am heading to Alpha Camp.

"The training camp, Cat." Silence. Oh. Oh no. My stomach drops. "Red Ridge Youth Combat Camp," Tara says like she's announcing the apocalypse. "Hosted by Alpha Greg. My Alpha. The annual thing you've gone to since you were fifteen?" I stare at her. "I hate you." She beams instantly. "You love me." Every year Red Ridge hosts a multi-pack combat and control camp for young wolves. Kids. Teens. Advanced trainees. Elite invitations. Combat. Control. Pack defense.