FULL SUMMARY FOR BOOK 1

Forever; The Fight Was Forged

"When their school decides to budget cut the yearly senior trip and instead send them to a crappy adventure camp, the students are glad to leave that hellish experiance far behind them. However, when the last bus of squabbling 18 year olds breaks down and arrives hours late back to the school, they're shocked to find that everything they once knew is gone. Their families, friends, lives; everything. How will these teens from differant backgrounds band together to fight against the supernatural evil that has befallen the known world? How will they cope when they find that the only ones left aren't of human, or even mortal, kind?"

Rated: Teen/M
Contains: Mild Swearing, Extremely Mild Sexual Referances, Supernatural/Horror Violence, Character Death
Themes: Romance, Supernatural, Horror, Humour, Growing-Up, Independence, Family and Friends

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The Forever team DO however, claim ownership of the characters, places and storylines mentioned in this fictional work. Any resembelance to any place or person (Living or dead) is purely coincidental. This is an original work of fiction created by the Forever team for the public's literary pleasure.

Some of you may remember a while back, a story of the same name and idea was posted in the supernatural section.....guess what? It's the same story. This is a revised-rewritten-revamped version, one of which we are all very proud of. Hopefully, you guys'll like this and be just as supportive as you were with the old version.

Also, we have another addition to the team. Alyssa, along with Scott, Taylor and I, has decided to join the writing process, and while she may not actually write anything as such, she'll serve as the reserve editor, and provide us another perspective of the story. So hooray Alyssa!

The Forever Team have a lot planned this year when it comes to this story. All four of us, myself included, are avid readers, and between us we must have read thousands of books. So yes, we are all very passionate and committed to bringing you (what we think) is a great story that'll explore lots of ideas. We are also looking forward to the creation of a website. (Yes, a website!) which will be dedicated to the story. Again, we hope you look forward to that too!

So, for the very last time, I hope you love the story (and the sequels, which will be continuing it later on) as much as all four of us do, and again, we hope you'll become a Forever Fan. Feel free to review and/or personal message here. This is my account, but I promise I'll forward each response to the others. Feedback is greatly appreciated!

Love Maddy

Forever; The Fight Was Forged

Chapter 1: Home.

"All my gangster friends
and all my skater friends
We all want the same things
We all want the same things

DJ's in the clubs
Jesus freaks and thugs
We all want the same things
We all want the same things

All my ex-girlfriends
And all their new boyfriends
We all want the same things
We all want the same things

Wall Street to the Hood
New York and Hollywood
We all want the same things
We all want the same things"

We All Want The Same Things, Kevin Michael

•••••

“Well, it’s the end of the week and from all of us here at Carp Camp...” Reggie; a greasy, heavy set man in disgustingly-tiny board shorts droned ominously at the bored teenagers, “I hope you had a great week!” Reggie clapped enthusiastically at the end of his memorised “goodbye” speech. A few scattered applause signalled his departure and the students eventually let out a collective breath they didn’t know they were holding. The majority of the students grumbled, walking back to their own camping area, chattering with friends and beginning the cleanup of their stuff. One student however, stood pointlessly in the now clear “meeting point”, staring at the dry, ragged ground.

Finally we’re leaving! Goodbye hell-hole, hello home! She thought giddily to herself, Home!

“Maddy! Come help pack up the tent!” A voice called out from behind the tall, brunette 18 year old. The girl whipped around to face her friend Alyssa, who was waving her over to the rest of her group. Maddy grinned impishly, a sudden burst of energy causing her to sprint over to her. Alyssa too, was obviously ecstatic as she handed a bunch of tent poles to her friend.
“Sorry, I spaced...” Maddy received the poles with a quick apology for not assisting sooner. Alyssa shrugged it off, pushing her long, strawberry blonde ponytail back over her shoulder and wiping her brow with her dirty left wrist.
“You’re here now...” Alyssa reasoned with a shrug, bending back down to grab another lot of metal pegs and ropes, “...and we’re gonna be home soon!” She let out a dreamy sigh, rolling her eyes to the heavens dramatically at her own fantasy of returning to her safe, clean house, and away from the worst camp in existence.

It was no exaggeration that this year’s senior’s camp was a victim of the school’s budget cuts. In past years, the year 12s were given the greatest experience of their lives, with the school booking lodgings at Davenwurst; a pricy, but incredible camp initiative headed by a major Spa Company. No, it wasn’t a trip to a Resort as such, but the camp itself was the top of the pack with their huge artificial, private lake and extensive programs featuring abseiling and rock climbing on a cliff ridge over a scenic ocean beach front. Every student, outdoors-er or not, admitted that their final camp at Davenwurst was the greatest time of their life.

It was worlds away from Carp Camp Adventure Experience. Sure, the students weren’t expecting private butlers on the low-budget encampment, but they were at least expecting private bathrooms. Carp Camp, quickly coined “Crap” Camp by the students, was the absolute worst sludge bucket of a place in the history of school camping trips. The entire scene that had stood before them on the senior’s arrival would be imprinted in their memories forever. The camp was divided down the middle, one side housing the cabins. The cabins were reminiscent of chicken pens; with three fibro walls and open fronts, topped off with a tin roof that had been staple-gunned on merely minutes before the buses had arrived. The remaining half of the cohort was shown an overgrown patch of long, scratchy grass that had some sort of itchy buds on the stems, causing a burning sensation against any bare skin. They were then given plastic bags with a rainbow children’s play-parachute and various metal pins and rods, before being left in the darkening clearing with the simple instructions.
“Make your tent.”

Maddy and Alyssa smirked as they looked over to their officially-dead tent, and at the joy their other best friend, Taylor, was experiencing destroying it. She was currently stomping all over the parachute, squishing it into the mud and cackling manically. Taylor was a short girl, with pointed features, sparkling hazel eyes, and who had recently dyed her side-swept, layered hair a deep almost-black, midnight blue. In fact, it was only a recognisable blue in the sunlight, when the otherwise black hair shimmered like the night sky. Taylor was incredibly thin, classified as underweight, which coupled with her short stature made her very light and much smaller than most people in the grade. Her height; or mostly lack thereof, was the brunt of many light-hearted jokes. Her humour, much like her new hair and personality, was fun and unique. Taylor had a lot of hobbies including reading novels and all kinds of books (which Maddy and Alyssa shared a similar love for) as well as painting fantasy animals and scenes, and a side hobby of sport shooting. It was fairly comical to watch a small spitfire like her handling a large double barrel shotgun, or .22 air rifle, and hitting every target like a pro. Many of her weekends, she would drive up to the range accompanied by her friends to shoot with her family’s guns. That image or cool composure paired with her current lapse of insanity; bouncing up and down on the tent like a rabbit on speed, was hilarious.

Maddy shook her head at Taylor’s sporadic behaviour and turned back to Alyssa, who had a similar look of amusement on display. Alyssa was one of the best drama students Maddy had ever seen, and her freckled face always clearly communicated her thoughts and emotions to any audience. She had a long, waist length mane of pin-straight strawberry blonde hair, highlighting her incredibly fair and sensitive skin. Alyssa’s eyes were as expressive as her face, the irises a light chocolate brown and mostly wore a big smile that could only be mirrored by the Cheshire cat. She was however; surprisingly quiet around anyone other than Taylor or Maddy. She also, aside from her passion for acting, Alyssa was highly talented at running. She herself didn’t enjoy it much, but her parents always strictly forced her to compete in athletics and cross country competitions. Every year she went to district trials, and was selected for the team at school. Since she had started running in year 6, she hadn’t gotten anything lower then a 3rd place ribbon.

“Ow! Watch it you bitch!” An ugly voice chastised Maddy harshly as she dropped her pile of metal rods and poles on the larger pile. One had rolled off of the larger dump of metal and fell onto someone’s leg. Looking up from the pile, Maddy found herself chocking on her own apology, her apple green eyes narrowing to a deathly cold glare.

Cameron. He was the most disgusting, ugly person she’d ever met. He was so rude and self-superior, snarling down on everyone like they were ants. The funny thing was, he really had nothing to be superior about. Cameron was an unattractive boy; with a large nose, the tip upturned and exposing his big nostrils, yellow teeth coupled with rancid breath and acne ridden skin. He was fairly chubby, with a slightly hunched back, his brow hanging low over his murky eyes, eyebrows thick and bushy creating a monobrow over his entire forehead. It was even worse that his outside mirrored that of his inside. Everyone hated him and his pompous, cruel, sexist attitude. In short, Cameron hated everyone, and the feeling was reciprocated.

“Shut up Cameron,” Alyssa came to Maddy’s rescue, dumping her own metal treasures onto the ever increasing mountain, and giving him her own dry look, “don’t you have some scraps to chew? Pig!” Cameron gave her a scowl, muttering something insulting under his breath before turning his hunched form and retreating back into the cluster of seniors, still packing away the last of their campsites. Maddy shook her head lightly, partially in disbelief, partially to rid her vision of the stray hairs falling in a curtain over her eyes.
“Pfft...What a jerk.” Maddy stated with an indignant snort. She felt Alyssa sigh from beside her on the left.
“Agreed.” She replied blandly, spinning on her heel to face their almost-demolished campsite, “Come on, let’s see if Taylor’s murdered everything enough.” Maddy laughed lightly, returning with Alyssa to the now rolled up tent-nee-parachute.

“It has been slain!” Taylor yelled out ridiculously, violently kicking the rolled up material over to her friends like a football. Alyssa made an surprised 'Ahh!' sound as she ducked from the airborne sack...still managing to have it collide with her head. Maddy merely smiled and joined Taylor in her spur of happiness.
“I can’t believe we’re finally leaving,” Taylor calmed slightly, sending a loving look over to her bags, which were heaped by the school bus waiting nearby.
“I know,” Alyssa moaned, rubbing her head and shooting a quick glare towards Taylor for her stunt with the parachute bag.
"Sorry Lyssy...” Taylor’s grin betrayed her faux-sorries. “You know you’re a magnet for airborne objects.” Maddy started cracking up in laughter, Taylor chuckling along at the sad-but-true statement.
“Don’t remind me.” She retorted in an acidic hiss, the corner of her mouth twitching and breaking her poker face.
“God...the bus better hurry up. It’s already 1:30...” Maddy suddenly quietened in worry, having glanced at Alyssa’s watch, “Otherwise, we won’t be back in time.”
“They’re never on time...” Taylor’s look darkened as some teachers rounded up and reprimanded some of the ‘cooler’ groups for not packing up, “Who were they kidding, we’d never get back by 3:30.”
“Mmm.” Maddy nodded in agreement, glancing over the troupe of buses lined up and wondering why they were one short.

•••••

Cameron, feeling annoyed at the girls’ remarks returned to his own mess of a tent. Beside him stood the only two people with the amount of ridiculous insanity to hang out with Cameron; Roy and Scott. They both worked towards packing up their own tent, with Scott slightly reluctant to do a lot of the work. Cameron, being selfish like he normally is, had insisted that he get a tent to himself, and was allowed a greater deal of luxury than the other campers, as Scott and Roy had soon learned. With two people and all the luggage they had brought crammed into their tight space, there was hardly room enough to breathe, let alone sleep. Cameron, however, was heard snoring peacefully each night, with his legs fully extended and in a comfortable position. Scott swore that his back was getting worse from the curled up position he was in, and his legs had never been more cramped.

Scott wasn’t the tallest, strongest, fastest, or most good looking in the senior co-hort, but he did hold the position of most intelligent, which he held quite highly (at least, that’s what the trophy in his room said). He was taller than most people, however, and always made pries at Roy’s short stature. His blue-grey eyes always showed his inner most feelings and he had slightly short brown hair, which he always wore in a comb-over. He was constantly made fun of for the fact by the ‘cooler’ kids. His face was very rarely outside of a book, and when it was, it was more than likely in puzzles, riddles or games. He had a large fascination with classical music as well, often pretending to conduct large scores of music and visiting musicals. His face was like any other teenagers; riddled here and there with pimples, still in growth. Since he’d been in “Crap” Camp, his arms and legs had become red with insect bites, but unlike some other unhappy campers, he was sunburn free. Scott, being the considerate person he was, had tried to make friends with Cameron back in grade 6. He resented that move ever since.

Roy was a different story altogether. He was the more reckless of the two, with wild, though still relatively short, blonde-brown hair, a short stature, and a love for a bit of roughhousing. The fact that he had been paired with Scott was quite hilarious, as while Roy was happy to throw a friendly punch here and there, or throw a hit in anger, Scott was weaker and easy to bruise, and had vowed to be a pacifist. Roy was practically blemish free, and had blue eyes, much like the morning sky that hung above them. He was interested in music and video gaming, with HALO at the top of his gaming list. And he loved a good sex joke. He was full of them. Not one day went past where Scott wouldn’t have to live through an endless stream of “that’s what she said!” Even though they had these disagreements, Scott and Roy were inseparable friends, and had been through a lot together. Because Scott and Roy were such good friends, Roy had to stick around with Cameron, as much as he hated his guts. More often than once Cameron had said some sly words about either of them and Roy was not one to resist a punch. Cameron had lost some of his teeth that day, and the imprint was still there in Scott’s house, staring back at him every time.

Cameron was rude, vile, sexist, annoying, and an altogether bad person. He had been accepted into their little group of friends back when they were in year six. He was new, and Scott was asked to show him around the school grounds. Cameron became immediately attached to him (there was much gossip about possible gayness) and ‘joined’ their ragtag group of friends. The strangest thing was that every year, another person left the group of friends for other places. Cameron had brought bad luck into the group, and then, something (they thought) wonderful happened. Cameron had decided to leave the school for “better horizons” at the end of year nine. The fact that he didn’t have any friends any more helped this fact, and before they knew it, he had disappeared of the face of the earth!

They thought.

Of course, Cameron couldn’t stay away from those he loved to hate. And so, as they left for camp in year 12, bags in hand, who appeared before them but Cameron. The combined groan from half the cohort resonated around the large area in response. And so, what was going to be hell anyways.....became hell, with Cameron.

As Cameron continued to make the remainder of his tent more jumbled up than how it started, Roy and Scott continued with their roughly ordered pile. Roy was the one covered in mud, all over his clothes and face, while Scott stayed relatively mud free.

“Can’t you just help me with this one?” Roy asked, turning around, streaks of mud across his face like warrior face paint.

Scott looked at him, and sighed. “Fine. Just one.” He squatted down in the earth, and braved against the disgusting mud that squelched around him. With both of them pulling, the peg left in the ground came out with relative ease, but the mud covering their hands caused it to slip out. They watched it, like it was in slow motion in one of those badly budgeted movies, as it flew straight towards Cameron’s face, where it knocked him in the head, and left a brown mark across his forehead above his monobrow. Scott tried to stifle a laugh, but Roy couldn’t help himself, and burst into laughter.

“Sorry, Cameron,” he laughed, clutching his chest and rolling in the mud, “but I don’t think that quite counts as a TWO eyebrows.” Scott could help it then, and started laughing with Roy, picking up the peg that had flown from their hands. Others around looked at him and chuckled softly before turning back to their own pack up work. Cameron wiped the mud from his forehead and picked up his tent supplies that were left, storming off in a huff, with a deep red face and dropping a few things here and there. Still laughing, Scott went and picked them up, following behind Cameron. As he did, Scott nervously looked towards the buses, having heard from some of the other seniors that one of the buses seemed to be late. As he glanced at his watch, his face became grim.

Oh great. Better not be my bus. I’ll have to spend more time with Cam here in this hell-hole... Scott thought to himself, shuddering.

•••••

"Alright students, get into your groups. We'll be making a roll, so be sure to remember to give us your group number and head count as you board the bus." Miss Hemmingway, a strict and all around emotionless year-level co-ordinator recited her speech to the cluster of impatient teens. It had taken a full hour to round everybody up, get them into line and grab all their gear, and still the teachers were no closer to leaving Crap Camp then before.
2:45
They certainly wouldn't make it back on time.
But anyone could have told them that.

"This doesn't look good…" Taylor's bluish-black hair bounced in worry as she jumped several times, trying to see past the tall boy in front of her.
"It never does when you're at the back of the line Tay…" Alyssa commented sardonically. Maddy rolled her eyes, trying to mask her own anxiousness as she did a quick calculation in her head.
"Well…" The brunette got her friends attention as she mimed the sum of numbers silently on her lips, "There's how many of us not on a bus yet?"
"26." Alyssa replied immediately, much to their surprise. "Including us that is…"
"And the last bus doesnt look like it has that much room left..." Maddy mused in slight worry, her friends wearing similar looks of nervousness.

"Miss Schmitzel! For the last time, would you stay in line!" Miss Hemmingway yelped crudely, nostrils flaring she shoved the colourful form towards the back of the line.
"But Miss Hemmingway I have to get on that bus!" The assorted fluoro big-bird double jumped up and down, squealing in a nasally voice as Hemmingway stared the student down.

She was wearing some sort of vest made of black fishnet stockings or something, with a small pink strapless "My Little Pony" tank top underneath it, which seemed so tight on her that flesh was oozing out from the top of the elastic in an ugly roll of fat. Her short shorts were probably banned in several countries. They were a bright shade of road-worker-safety-vest orange, and were almost certainly purchased from the children's section. They were so tight that a purple line was forming around the grossly miniature pant legs and cellulite seemed abound on those tree trunks she called thighs. She had an overly excess amount of makeup on, bright orange also, and her dark brown lipstick made her resemble a gaping fish. Her greasy mix of dirty blonde, almost tan hair was in a "half-up, half-down" thing that looked more like a racoons nest after a hurricane. And lastly, she'd added seemingly hundreds of strings of giant wooden bead necklaces in matching orange and dark green, which tangled together around her belly button.

Miss Hemmingway retained her vice-like grip on the eccentrically dressed student's shoulder and shoved her in front of three girls towards the end of the line, all wearing looks of despair at the appearance of their peer. The smallest of the girls quickly found she was unable to hold back her snide comment at the new arrival.
"Tough luck Tammy!"

Tammy Morgan-Gretchen Schmitzel faced the somewhat diminutive Taylor with a foul look plastered over her features.
"Turner." The flamboyant Tammy glared at Taylor's frame, taking in her army cargo pants and Academy Is hoodie with a snooty sniff.
"Schnitzel." Taylor returned in a dark tone, a faint smirk fluttering at her lips as Tammy's face turned red at the purposeful mis-pronunciation her name.
"That's Schmitzel, Turner! Sh-mizz-ell! Shhhhmiiizzzzz-ellllll!" Tammy drawled out as Taylor snorted.
"Sure, whatever you say Schnitzel." Taylor ended the bickering as she saw Hemmingway approach. Tammy merely continued to narrow her eyes, so much so they began to water. Hemmingway glanced at her momentarily in confusion before addressing the students at the end of the line.
"Ladies and gentlemen," Hemmingway caught the attention of the boys, “I'm afraid I have some terrible news…."

•••••

Trent stood anxiously near the front of the line. In front of him were the populars, and behind him, the rest of the cohort, in a neat and orderly line. There were several elitist people in the popular group, all either prissy girls or jock boys that pushed the others into the ground. The first person in the line was of course, their leader, Donald, nicknamed ‘Dazza’ because he hated his name. Following him was Jake, his right hand man and second in command. Then an onslaught of girls with flowing blonde hair and boys with muscular bodies followed Jake. There was a space between the populars, and those who didn’t want to get in the way. Kristan walked past Trent, on his way to the back like everyone else as he saw Trent very obviously slip into line. Suddenly, a muscular hand was placed heavily on Trent’s shoulder.

“Hey, watch it!” Trent said, his face turning white as he turned to see the gym teacher, Mr Carter. “Oh... Mr Carter...” The gruff instructor pushed him backwards through the line, letting out a grunt as he lifted Trent, his large muscles tightly clinging to Trent’s black shirt, pulling on it and dragging him across the ground. Trent was fidgeting violently and throwing his limbs every which way in protest. “There was a space there, come on!” Mr Carter wouldn’t budge, and with a weak boy like Trent, he was easily shunted to the back. Mr Carter powerfully bounded back towards the front of the line, as Trent pouted and gave him the finger.

“Trent, forget about it. Scott and Roy are here anyway.” Kristan softly coaxed behind him. He walked along, his head down, only looking up to acknowledge Roy and Scott, who now stood behind Tammy and the girls. The both waved tiredly in response. Trent and then Kristan were added on behind Cameron, who tried to gain some attention, being ignored like he was part of the scenery. Very annoying and ugly scenery.

“Mr Carter, eh? You shouldn’t rile him, Trent. It’ll be hell for you in HPE.” Scott commented, resting him arm on Trent’s shoulder mockingly before quickly taking it off when Trent’s glare became harsh. Scott just looked away, double checking to see if the final bus would pull up magically and allow them to go to the safety and comfort of their homes.

“I guess.” Trent replied snidely, breaking Scott out of his stupor. He ran his fingers through his bright red hair, trying to calm himself down. “But he deserves it, for being so stuck up.”

“Still, he’s a heavyweight, and you’re just skin and bone, Trent,” Roy commented, making the same pry that he always did. Trent crossed his arms and glared at Roy.

Trent and Scott had been friends for ages, since they were very young, and often shared many ideas. But soon, they formed separate identities, and Trent became who he was today; brash, violent, and inconsiderate. He was highly competitive and held himself above everyone else. He also enjoyed video games, but tried too hard to follow the populars. If they played WoW, he played WoW, and when they thought it was old, so did he. Kristan was a larger boy, just shorter than Scott. He was the most "normal" of the group, not too good at academics, not too good at sport, not too good at music. He had a passion for the performing arts, and was an excellent dramatist. He had light brown hair, which he wore neatly upon his head, and equally plain eyes. For some time, Cameron and him were good friends, but by the time he had left for that brief period, Kristan was just as happy to see the end of his like everyone else did. Cameron was like that.

Roy and Trent starting fighting about which game was better, HALO 3 or Unreal Tournament, and quickly the arguement had gotten heated. Kristan stood next to Scott, looking at him sombrely and asking “It’s bad enough sharing a bus with Cameron and these two fighting...” Kristan said with disdain, making Scott turn to see what he was looking at. The girls, which included Alyssa, Maddy and Taylor, were the point behind Kristan’s annoyance.

“You’re still mad at her?” Scott asked, surprised.

“Look at them,” he snorted in disgust, “I can tell they’re talking about me.” And true it was, as Scott noticed the girls who talked a bit, before staring at Kristan and Scott, and then coming back inward to talk again. Alyssa’s eyes seemed like daggers into Kristan. He could tell the bus trip was going to be awkward.

Even before this year started, Kristan and Alyssa were on bad terms. They had been in the same theatre class for several years now, with their acting soon becoming heated competition. Kristan was thoroughly annoyed when Alyssa called one of his scripts ‘pompous and self indulgent’. Unfortunately, the teacher agreed, and he had gotten a D; he blamed it on Alyssa. Then, when Alyssa won the ‘Up and Coming Drama Student’ award, Kristan drew the line. Taylor and Scott had been fighting ever since they’d been forced to do a Science project together, and had never gotten anything decided. Scott had gotten his first D, and Taylor had gotten annoyed at his stubbornness, and they constantly avoided each other from then on. Scott was angry at Taylor because she had called him a ‘big tool' to some of her friends as he walked past, leaving him to run off with her laughing behind him.

Scott sighed. “I’ll try to keep the peace, Kristan, but it looks like you’ll have to deal with them.” Scott finished his sentence as Miss Hemmingway came closer and cleared her throat, catching the attention of all the seniors at the back of the line. Trent and Roy stopped fighting, but not before Trent gave Roy a push in reply to what he had said to Trent. Miss Hemmingway looked down towards them, with a snobbish look, before continuing.

“I’m afraid I have some terrible news...” Scott knotted his fingers together and looked towards the ground. He really didn’t want any more bad news. “It seems that the final bus is late. We will try our best to fit you in, but be prepared to wait a little longer.” Hemmingway said, instantly being rushed with a series of moans and groans from the seniors at the back. Bus by bus, the small group at the back moved forward in line as more people got onto the earlier buses.

When it came to the last bus, they managed to squeeze on as many as they could, but there were nine seats too few, and the four girls and three boys were left standing, waiting for the final bus to arrive. The girls sat down at one side, boys sat down at another, with both Cameron and Tammy sitting close by to their respective sexes, shunned ever so slightly. They were told that it would be an excellent opportunity to show leadership, just before Hemmingway took off towards the final bus before theirs. The silence that hung between the groups remained unbroken, the wind soft, and few rivers and streams close enough to destroy it. Scott had gotten out a book while Trent and Roy silently played a game of swords.

Cameron looked around at the motley and misshapen crew seated here, and chuckled, breaking the silence. Everyone stared at him coldly, as he opened his mouth dumbly before closing it again. Scott shut his book and looked to Kristan, who in turn pointed to Cameron. He shrugged his shoulders in a what-do-you-expect? fashion.
Kristan leaned in and the other two leaned in with him. “I bet you that Alyssa only got that drama award because her parents paid the school. She doesn’t even deserve it!”

Taylor, who happened to overhear this little conversation, stood up. “What the hell did you just say?” She stomped over, with Maddy and Alyssa standing up behind her. Alyssa’s eyes were glaring heavily at Kristan, who stood up in response.
“What’s it to you, bitch?” he snorted.
Scott was surprised at Cameron; this was actually the first time he had heard him swear. I guess a lot happens in two years... he thought.

Taylor laughed back at him. “Funny that you’d call me that, Cameron!” she chuckled, looking at him mockingly. She turned around, and looked at Alyssa, smiling. “Forget about them. They’re stupid.”
“What was that?” Cameron retorted.
“Cam, stop. Please.” Scott asked, putting a hand on Cameron’s shoulder.
“Scott, shove off.” he said with malice, shunting the arm off. “Now listen here.” As he said this he turned her around by her right shoulder only to have her flinch away, looking at her now "contaminated" shoulder.

Taylor looked back to Cameron, her eyes darkening in hatred for the putrid troll that stood before her.
"I'm tempted to hit you…." She glanced at her shoulder quickly, before smirking at her own punch line, "...but I might catch something…."
Roy, who had been fairly quiet throughout the entire encounter, burst into laughter.
"ZING!" Roy laughed cheesily, shaking his head and letting himself settle a bit. Pretty much everyone was snickering, stealing glances between the smug Taylor, and now beetroot red Cameron.

A bang was heard, as the rough sounds of an engine became more distinct over in the distance somewhere. Like prairie dogs, meerkats, or some other rodent, the teens found themselves suddenly alert and eagerly staring in the direction of the sound. A plume of blackened smoke rose behind the mountain, as a minibus came around the corner.

“What the hell is that?” Kristan asked, straining his eyes to see. Tammy's mouth dropped dramatically at the sight, while Alyssa muttered something similar to "Dear lord…." under her breath.

“I have... no idea...” Scott replied in slight terror, as a massive heap of junk approached them steadily.

With mostly blackened windows, a body made out of loosely fitted pieces of metal, varied in size, shape and type, and a loud and rough engine, there was nothing better to describe it than a metal monster of junk. All the seniors took a small step backwards, and tilted their heads to the side, trying to find the bus they were promised within the pile of scrap metal.

“Is this it?” Tammy asked, hands placed firmly on her hips and her body tilted in a what-the-hell-is-this manner. As if in response to her question, the door came open with an ear screaming high pitched noise. All the seniors put their hands on their ears, until the screeching wail died down. An elderly man, greyed hair and obviously deaf motioned for the group of seniors to hop onto the bus. The group stopped, and just looked at the contraption that was meant to take them home.

“What the hell died in here?” Roy stifling a cough, staring at the doomed interior of their luxurious transport. Maddy, making her appearance behind the short blonde, suddenly adding in her own grim reply.
"By the smell of it....whatever it was didn't die a very happy death."

I know, I know. There won't be any real action till next chapter, but this is an introduction chapter (a necessary evil), and I assure you that you won't be dissappointed when next chapter comes around.

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