Three Brood Instigators

25. Camp Bomazeen II

"Wilkes, I am afraid you can't do better," Principal Hank said.

"You keep falling, and falling on your journey. When will you ever rise?" Coach Rockwell stated.

"No, wait," Wilkes begged.

"Don't be such an imp, Wilkes. You keep acting like one, embarrassing!" James mocked

"You should be ashamed of yourself, named after the man who killed Abraham Lincoln!" Solomon called out.

"Why would I ever date a guy like you!" Izzy flattered.

"He is such a loser!" Mamie called beside Izzy.

"No, no, please, I..." Wilkes begged as he sunk.

"I feel ashamed of you, Wilkes," Nanny villa called.

"What, no..." Wilkes hampered.

"I provided you a lot, your uniform isn't cheap! And this is how you repay me: with failure?!" Nanny Villa said. "I don't want an useless child in my house like you ever again!"

And Wilkes slowly drowned and drowned. "No, no, NO, NO, NO, PLEASE, NANNY..." Wilkes panicked for help.

"Byeeeeeeee Wilkes!" Nanny farewelled with a sharp teeth and a wide smile, along with the others showing theirs.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" Wilkes screamed and he was pulled down to the fire, where he saw the devil with his fork AND THE DEVIL STABBED WILKES IN THE HEART. "AGGGHHH!!!" Wilkes woke up, scaring Mr.Gilbert. He noticed the tent, it was just a dream.

"YOU JERK! YOU SCARED THE HECK OUT OF ME, SERIOUSLY!!!" screamed a scout neighboring beside his tent.

"Did you have a nightmare or something, cause that's the loudest scream I have heard once in a while, haha," Mr.Gilbert said, continuing to sleep.

"Oh, what a nightmare," Wilkes relieved. He continued to lied down. Now that he woke up before, he couldn't close his eyes or sleep again. And when he did, Mr.Gilbert's arms smashed Wilkes' ribs, waking him up unexpectedly, added that his snore of breath blew over Wilkes' face. He wondered if it was one step at a time, he did.

Still, he was alone in the afternoon, summarizing the book Wilkes read on the camp. All the 4-IROQUOIS scouts are still aggravated that they lost this whole camp, and in the current day, it is the final day before they will gather at Eagle Lake the next day. Wilkes didn't summarize as quick as he expected to before, his feelings were drained.

And in the evening, they had a trip into the fields to have their final game,

"Today, we are going to have our final game, our final event, a very competitive event, capture the flag," Ranger Deandra mentioned, and all the boy scouts were riled up for it. "Well, I believe video games have taught you a thing or two about that game, so I guess there is no need for an introduction. Is there?"

A 5-CHEROKEE scout raised his hands and asked, "Will there be paintball guns?"

"NO!" she said. "No paintball guns," she said. She smiled, "Just a fair catching and chasing game, now move along over there," telling everyone to walk to the canopy.

The male associates set up a game, placing four circles with each different colors of flags. "Now attention everyone," the male associate who helped Wilkes climb before said. He read the instructions on the paper, "The rules of the game are simple: You go to the enemy's circle, take one flag at a time, else, you will be disqualified. If your flags are all taken, you will immediately lose. When you grab the flag, you take it back to your circle, avoid others that will chase you. If the enemies, those others, touches you - even if you are not holding the flag - you are out for one minute. But if they touch you when you are inside the circle, you are still safe. Each team has 10 flags, there will be one winner for each grade."