The Six Campers and The Soldier: A Camp Cretaceous Story (OC fanfiction)

The Cattle Drive

Camp Cretaceous Balcony:

"We thought that it would be fun, we thought that it would safe but we wouldn't understand the....horror waiting for us. The ground shook, the trees stopped swaying, the birds became quiet, the T-Rex emerges from the trees, it jaws open wid-". CLICK. The flash of Brooklynn's phone cuts Shorties story, honestly while not the greatest, Shortie, no Darius, knows how to deliver a scary story, hood up, behind a fire, ominous clouds, got to give it to him, kid has charisma. His excitement and how he acts just draw you in like a moth to a flame.

We all look towards Brooklynn with questioning looks (I glare a hole into the back of her head, I was liking the story). "For the vlog." She says, nonchalant about the fact that she's running the moment. It's moments like these that I wish I had my machete. "Keep telling your little story. " The T-Rex emer-". "Shoot, ran out of space, hold on one sec, no, no, not that one, Everest was a good selfie." Brooklynn again interrupts....I've always had a short fuse and boy oh boy, she is getting closer to blowing that fuse. "Maybe I should start again." Darius sadly states. "No, how about you just stop." Skits says as his grips surprisingly strong to Kenji. "Dude relax, he hasn't even got to the good part and how is your grip this strong." I laugh. They all turn towards me. "Maybe you're a guy magnet rather than a chick magnet Kon." Kenji looks bewildered and tries to shove Skits off. Darius goes back to his story. "The T-Rex opens he-." "Do you guys think we should invite Yasmina over, I think she would like this story?" This time Bubbles interrupts.

I see Darius just give up and lays down looking up in frustration, poor guy. "Maybe she just wants to be by yourself." Brooklynn reasons, I get it because I'm the same way, not a social butterfly but I can interact, besides myself I haven't see Yasmina converse with anyone for a length of time. Maybe because we are the only ones with the most similarities therefore understand each other. "I don't get it." Bubbles states. Point made. Bubbles doesn't understand why some people like to be alone. "Take Ryan for example, he doesn't like sitting down and talking with us, he prefers to be alone." I look to Kenji. "Maybe I like being alone, cause than I don't have to deal with knob heads like you." I quip with Kenji glaring at me. "I think their just shy." I look towards Bubbles with an eyebrow raised. Did she just say that I'm shy. I wasn't the only one thinking that either.

BOOOOOM!!!

Everyone jumps at the clap of thunder, my hand caress my hammer necklace, feels like old times back home with dad. The rain comes and everyone rushes back inside. I take my time, my mother always told me that the clap of thunder is a sign of strength and growth. For when the rain falls, the crops grow. But the clap is also warning to would be challengers that think that Mother Nature has no equal, limit in its destructive capabilities or mercy. She always said to appreciate what the rain and thunder can give and beware what they can take. Dad just said that thunder was Gods way of saying hello. I enter the common room seeing Darius dejected, I walk over. "Don't worry about your story, mate, there's always another night." I tell him, he smiles than walks off. I sit at the base of the Tyrannosaur skeleton taking out my Rubik's Cube, seems strange but does keep my mind from wandering. I look to the couch and see Bubbles trying to talk to Yasmina. The girl doesn't seem to understand personal space. Yasmina holds a book close to her chest and scoots away from Bubbles. Bubbles tells Yasmina something about being alone and making a friend....or making the first friendship move or something.

I see Yasmina looking very confused and uncomfortable. Bubbles thinks that the book Yasmina has is scrapbooking, even I....the most unsocial person I know, knows that Yasmina is not a scrapbooker. Bubbles explains that she in her shell and needs someone to help her out. "But I like being in my shell." Truer words have never been spoken, Yasmina is a very private person, likes to keep to herself. "No one likes being in the shell. It stops from people from talking to you." Bubbles is really going for it. "Bingo." Yasmina points out and walks away. Tough break. "I know your just shy." Bubbles teases. "Can't hear you from my shell." Yasmina quips back. Huh, humorous.