Summer Camp ( The Pack fanfic)

Summer Camp ( The Pack fanfic)

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Lachlan: Gaming camp Mitch: paint ball camp Rob: art camp Jerome: sports camp Preston: math camp Vikk: skateboard camp These six camps have been fighting forever. Paint ball camp shooting paintballs at campers from sports camp, art camp painting paintball camps paintball guns, skateboard camp hiding art camps art supplies, math camp hiding their skateboards, and sports camp throwing basketballs, footballs, and baseballs at campers at math camp. The counselors from each camp sick of the fighting they make new schedules for campers from each camp to do what the other camp does each day for the rest of the summer. These six meet as they are on the same schedule and become friends. all hell breaks lose Cover: by swagpizza__
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