-CC Day Six-

The bright glow of her cellphone illuminating her face Brooklynn sat in bed with the blankets tented over her. She was ravenously scrolling through the comment section of her latest vid, and things weren't going well. Sure there were hundreds of comments asking for an update on the now world famous "Bumpy" which she couldn't respond to with any certainty or evidence, huge threads dedicated Roxie for some reason, and even some viewers eagerly requesting information about when Camp Cretaceous would be open for enrollment. All of these things paled in comparison however to what seemed like and endless slew of negative reactions and relentless jabs.

"What's so cool about a stupid lab? Listening to that woman talk was putting me to sleep! Dx" read one.

"Great job 'spying' try actually finding something next time! Lol" read another.

"The whole raptor story was faked! And here I thought you were genuine!1! But really you're just a lying bitch. No one could have survived that! that picture that Kenji supposedly took was clearly shopped! I'm going to tell everyone I know to unfollow!" a particularly hateful comment said making Brooklynn frown as all of their cruelty and disdain began weighing on her. But they just kept coming.

"wn r we gng2 c smthn ql? YS!"

"Lame!"

"W/C abut digging stupid fossils and rocks anyways? You fucking suck!"

"I didn't think it was possible but you actually make Jurassic World boring!"

"If I wanted to learn I'd be in school!"

"Who cares about shitty fossils let see some fucking dinosaurs already!"

"Oh sure you just so happened to be there when the thing hatched, it was either staged or CGI don't listen to Brooklynn people, she is a vain narcissistic slut who doesn't even respond to my DMs when I try telling her how beautiful she is, or open any of the very EXPENSIVE gifts I send her on her 'Unboxing the Love' fan appreciation videos! She's just a tease and a liar trying to trick guys like me into thinking she's an actual human being unlike all of the other fake plastic whores out there who won't even give real men a chance!" This one knotted the girl's stomach, she had long ago learned to block, report, and ban people like this but they always managed to come back.

Comments like this always made her want to reply "Dude, I'm only sixteen!" but she knew from experience that would only make things worse.

Sparing only the briefest of thoughts to if he was the one who had sent her the pics recently she gave him the hammer. Still Brooklynn found herself dwelling on the skin crawling things he had said, and she wondered what exactly he had sent her. Normally her parents unyielding paranoia and overbearing protection would annoy the girl but she found herself extremely grateful for the P.O. box her moms had set up for her, and the meticulous way they opened, checked, and rewrapped each and every gift she was given by fans.

Leg bouncing with agitation as she scrolled through more and hurtful words thrown her way Brooklynn began to worry what this meant for her channel. She just didn't understand it, this was supposed to be the series of videos that defined her career. It was her big break, she was actually popular enough for some mega corporation to want her to review them, and nothing was going right! Nothing! She had a better following when she was at Mount Everest than she did now, and how many people climbed Mount Everest, huh? Thousands, probably!

"Brooklynn." the sound of her name being called pulled the teen out of her brooding. Scrambling, and momentarily tangled in the bedding Brooklynn finally managed to uncover her head and look with a confused glare at the intrusive Roxie who was smiling up at the girl as she sat on the top bunk. "What are you doing up so early?"

"Oh, you know, just testing the waters," she smiled waving her phone as she simultaneously hit the power button with her thumb shutting off the screen, blocking the commentary from veiw. "Speaking of, what are we doing today? My fans are dying to find out!"

"It's a surprise!" the woman shrugged.

"Ugh, it's always a surprise!" Brooklynn groaned falling back into the bed. "Do you know how hard it is to build hype when everything is a mystery prize?"

"And here I thought mystery was the whole point of an unboxing." Roxie smiled. Brooklynn fixed her with a stare. "Come on, I'll let you do the honors." the counselor offered holding up the spoon and pan. With a mischievous grin the teen hurriedly climbed out of bed and snagged the implements of torture as she ran into the hall.

"Wake up losers we're going shopping!" she yelled over the cacophony with a laugh as several heads shot straight up at the sound. "Mean Girls." was all the explanation she gave to the woman who looked at her in confusion.

Sitting around the table groggy faced Roxie and the five campers who had shuffled into the dining room were all wearily staring at their breakfast options, which this morning apparently meant a very dense, carb heavy assortment of baked goods. Brooklynn stared over her coffee mug with disdain at the basket of muffins, the various danishes, scones, bagels, and loaf cakes. A pair of heavy looking quiche, and a plate sausages steaming off to one side.

"I do plan on making a full english at some point," Roxie said through a yawn. "But when I was calling ahead to confirm our arrival time for the private tour I realized I could just have all of this brought to us from the park's central hotel and cheated."

"Cheat more!" Darius grinned loading his plate full of pastries and breads.

Watching as everyone dug in greedily the pink haired girl whose thoughts were preoccupied with the opinions of others got up and retrieved an apple from the fridge. She really shouldn't let it bother her so much, she thought biting into the crisp green fruit, but it did. Chewing slowly and deliberately Brooklynn knew she was backsliding. It had taken her a long time to accept and admit that she was sick, and even longer to want help getting better. Now, every day was a fight against herself, a fight to let better Brooklynn stand triumphantly above her former self, and past mistakes.

Just one small victory, she told herself, for tomorrow's Brooklynn. Steeling her nerves the girl set the apple aside and reassessed the spread on the table before her. Trying hard not to give into the nagging voice that stirred her anxieties and insecurity she reached for a blueberry muffin. Snapping the stump off she broke it apart into a dozen little pieces, picking up each piece and popping it into her mouth, one flavorful bite at a time. It didn't matter how long it took just so long and she ate, she thought.

"You always eat like such a bird!" Sammy observed with a grin.

"Yeah I guess I do!" Brooklynn laughed back, tossing a bit of muffin into the air and catching it like popcorn.

"Oh is that a challenge?" Kenji asked with a flex as he stood. Throwing a scone towards the ceiling the boy caught it, crumbs flying out from between his teeth and he bit down on the flakey bread.

"My turn, my turn!" Darius called standing as well. Ignoring the camp counselor who declared that whatever mess they made they were responsible for cleaning up, he tore off a hunk of banana bread and launched it to the heavens. There was only a mere fraction of a second where the boy's eyes went wide with success before his throat hitched in a laugh and he sent food and spit flying across the table in laugher.

Chairs turning over as Brooklynn and the others screamed, quickly leaping away from the eruption of Mount Darius a fit of giggles overtaking the group, including Roxie who had lost her composure entirely. Looking up from where she stood, poised to flee should there be a second glutenous explosion the online influencer saw Yasmina walk in with a smile as she took in all the chaos around her.

"Breakfast Yasmina? We have plenty, well, we did but now we have to quarantine half of it," Roxie said leaning over the table to hand the walking volcano a roll of paper towels. "I'm sure we can find you something."

And like that the athlete's smile was gone. "No, I had a shake pre-run." Eyes narrowed against the insufferable ice queen Brooklynn watched her leave, before a winded Dave stumbled in, a hand to his side.

"Breakfast?" Roxie tried again.

"Nah, breakfast shake, pre-run, sort of thing." he gasped, head hanging on his shoulders. "Oh, wait is that cheese danish?" the man's tune quickly changed when he looked up, eagerly Dave pulled up a seat.

After breakfast and everyone was dressed the campers all loaded into the back of the car where Brooklynn set to work filming some establishing shots, and different angles of greenery to really capture the essence of the place. Taking a liking to the way a distant herd of brachiosaurus lined up parallel with the shrinking treehouse the girl smiled to herself as she pondered how to use those few frames of pure gold.

It wasn't long however before the group found themselves on a maintenance road buzzing past several large concrete walls that acted as barriers between the public and staff, small breaks in them allowed the kids to see a tightly packed theme park teaming with crowds and bustling with a claustrophobia enducing energy.

"We're actually in the main park!" Darius was saying, giddy as a school girl. "We're going to see real dinosaurs!"

"Yeah junior, that's what this whole things about." Kenji said with a fair amount of annoyance in his tone. "Or what, did you think you were at space camp?"

"You don't understand!" Darius argued, ruining Brooklynn's audio. With a sigh she stopped recording and turned back around in her seat, why she even tried with dino freak around beyond her, it never accomplished anything. "Do you think we'll get to see the T-Rex?"

Chosing to ignore the back and forth that broke out amongst the others Brooklynn took a moment to reply to some fanmail, stopping when her phone pinged with a message from her dad. He was heading to the Cliffs of Moher in Ireland and had been thinking about his little traveling companion, and hoping she was enjoying herself, he said. Smiling warmly the teen snapped a quick windblown selfie.

"Having fun, thx for thinking of me, take lots of pics! Call later? What's the time diff? Luv you heaps! :-*" she tapped out before sending.

"Time diff doesn't matter call your old man, and tell me all about what you've been up to, the videos don't cut it. Love you too sweetie! :)" he replied moments later.

After what seemed like ages the group of teenagers that were quickly growing disgruntled finally caught site of their destination. A huge glass dome emerged through the foliage, the summet of which glared brightly in the sun like a beacon guiding their way. Looking through the rear glass window at the adults Brooklynn wanted to ensure that their attention was elsewhere before unbuckling her seatbelt and standing up in the bed of the truck to capture the positively cinematic vantage.

"What are you doing?" Ben panicked in a shrill, nasally voice.

Peering at the world through her phone screen the streamer couldn't see him, only the shot. Her heart leaped into her throat when something grabbed onto her leg until Sammy spoke, "I got you girl!"

"Me too!" Darius said, another pair of arms wrapping around her other leg.

Focused on the lighting and angle Brooklynn was aware of the stability she had now, and muttered a distracted "Thanks."

Sitting back down just as Dave stuck his head out the passenger window to yell at her, the girl began reviewing the footage for later editing tonight. Still the man couldn't resist an authoritative holler. Ignoring him the girl tapped away on her cell.

"That was very dangerous and irresponsible!" he scolded her leaping out if the Jeep before it had come to a complete stop. "What were you thinking?"

"I was thinking, 'damn that's an epic view, I'm sure the world would love to see it for themselves, it could really help sell the whole camp thing and I don't know keep you and Roxie employed.'" she grinned smugly, only paying him half mind.

"Don't ever do anything like that again." he commanded, though the influencer who didn't entirely believe in or respect his authority over her rolled her eyes.

"Fine." she agreed.

A few minutes later and Roxie was standing before the group with a large award winning smile explaining what the day's activities would include. "This is 'The Bird Cage,'" she announced gesturing towards the vast dome. "Inside this biosphere we have carefully constructed the ideal habitats for our nine resident varieties of Pterosaur. From steaming primordial jungles, to a vast man made canyon in the north, and a miniature ocean kept stocked with fish you are in for a real treat!"

Brooklynn moved around behind the other campers, motioning and trying without success to get the woman to look at the camera. It was as she tried again that the pink haired girl noticed a sour face in the back of the shot, Dave was glaring directly into the camera with a parental look of disappointment. The girl gasped in shock, was he trying to ruin the shot? He was trying to ruin the shot!

"Can we run that again?" Brooklynn asked after Roxie had finished up her little introduction.

"No, this isn't a movie, and we're not on set." the woman scoffed.

Brooklynn was about to argue when she was nearly toppled over by an excitied Darius, "Brooklynn!" he said shaking her by the shoulder. "Take my picture in front of the Bird Cage!" Letting go the boy quickly ran a few paces away before turning around beaming. Staring at him with frustration the girl snapped the photo.

As she did a tall black man in khakis walked up to the group arms out as if he intended to embrace them all at once. "Welcome to the dome!" he said in a warm, almost, but not quite French accent. "My name is Lawrence Ndiaye and I will be your guide, please follow me!"

Glaring at Darius for making her miss the introduction Brooklynn quickly turned the camera on herself, "Isn't this amazing Brooklanders?" she enthused walking backwards as she followed the group. "We are getting a private tour of The Bird Cage from Mr Lawrence Ndiaye! Say hi Mr. Ndiaye!"

"Hello!" the man called waving back over his shoulder.

"Now, who's ready to see some flying dinos?" the girl asked quirking an eyebrow.

"Pterosaurs are not actually dinosaurs," Ndiaye said turning to address everyone. "But are actually their own classification of animals, and here at the park we were lucky enough to recreate several distinct species of these magnificent flying reptiles for you to enjoy here today."

"You learn something new every day!" Brooklynn enthused into the camera.

Following the man through what looked like a glass vault door the campers were struck immediately by a wall of hot humid air. Emerging on the other side the teens looked around in awe, finding themselves in a completely new world. Holding up her arm Brooklynn captured the droplets of moisture that collected almost instantly on the fine blonde hairs of her wrist. Turning the camera this way and that she filmed the lush jungle they trekked through on a narrow foot path.

"Would you look at that!" Sammy gasped up ahead. Pushing past some ferns Brooklynn aimed to get right in on the drama, whatever it was, only to find a little plume of brightly colored butterflies fluttering lazily around a patch of bluish purple blossom.

"Wow! They're so beautiful." Yasmina breathed taking in what Brooklynn considered to be the less than dramatic scene.

Boring, the teen thought as a speedy dragonfly joined it's more highly decorated cousins. "It this a stupid butterfly garden?" Kenji sneered to the girl's left.

"Of a sort." Ndiaye nodded.

"Gay!" the oldest among them announced, tucking his hands into his pockets.

Brooklynn who was inclined to agree was getting ready to lower her camera in disappointment when a fast moving object blurred past, the gust of wind left in it's wake the only movement to the otherwise still and oppressive air. The dragonfly was gone, a singular gossamer wing drifting slowly to the ground. A shadow past over the girl's face, then another, and another. Perplexed, and brow furrowed she looked up. That was when she saw them, a dozen or more winged lizards the smallest of which were no bigger than doves all soaring above her, their thin membrane wings made red by the sunlight that filtered through them. Quickly she turned her cell to the sky.

"Oh my God!" Darius gushed spinning around in amazement. "Is that a, um, a D-den-" he stopped wracking his brain pitifully and coming up empty, something Brooklynn was more than happy to document.

"Dendrorhynchoides," Ndiaye nodded. "Very good, these insectivores are among the world's smallest known Pterosaur, with a wingspan of only forty centimeters, or for you Americans sixteen inches! These brightly colored animals are arboreal meaning that they live in trees and get along well with their slightly larger relatives the jeholopterus who you might see in flight, or crawling across the branches of a tree if we are lucky."

"Brooklynn, take a picture of that one!" the dino freak demanded shaking the photographer by her sleeve. Pulling herself away from him Brooklynn glared, said nothing and continued to film. "Look his markings make it seem like he has eyes on his wings just like a moth!" the boy continued, still vying for her attention. "Come on just one picture look at him he's beautiful!"

"You are ruining my shot!" the pink haired girl finally snapped when Darius grabbed her by the arm and practically dragged her over to a nearby tree. There they saw the larger jeholopterus crawling down the trunk using it's strong toes, and claws that jutted out from the crest of its wings to grip the green rubbery bark. Using it's tail for balance as it hunted a large black beetle, the girl was struck with the impression of a miniature dragon, though it's short, wide face made it much less imposing than it's mythical kin.

Alright, she conceded, this would make a good thumbnail, she thought digitally preserving the moment. "Go bother someone else."

The two had been left some ways behind as the tour moved on, though Dave and Roxie were sure to keep them in the line of sight. Darius stalled, scuffing his shoe on the packed earth of the trail. "I was just hoping that you could maybe-"

"You can see the video when I post it, just like everyone else." the girl cut him off. Thankfully knowing when he had lost the dinosaur enthusiast moved off towards the others where he joined Sammy and Ben who were asking a lot of questions about the pterosaurs, and ...hygiene.

By the time the teens moved out of the smaller dome within the dome they were drenched with sweat and ambient moisture from the miniatured rainforest. Pulling at the front of her jacket and shirt where they clung to her chest the girl fanned herself with the fabric, craning her head high towards the actual ceiling. Snapping a pic as they moved on Brooklynn stepped up into the protective, covered walkway meant to defend tourist from the animals that, Mr. Ndiaye had just gotten through explaining, were highly territorial.

"And don't forget," he grinned broadly. "This exhibit has been closed to the public for the rest of the day, so you can take all the time you need!"

"We should actually get going around two, two thirty-ish at the latest." Dave announced.

"Yes, we'll take a break for lunch at a quarter to one, but we really must be going no later than two fifteen do you all understand me?" Roxie asked holding up the line. The group chorused their understanding as Dave excused himself, heading towards a small booth located just between the habitats. "Anyone else need the loo?" she sighed watching him jog away.

The man reappeared moments later with a smile, and a camera that sported the Jurassic World logo. "Now I want you to share this with everyone else." he said loudly before handing the device to an appreciative Darius. "We can print out the photos before everyone goes home, alright?"

"Can I go back into the butterfly garden and take just a few pictures?" he asked practically leaping out of his skin.

"Oh can I go too?" Sammy asked, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear when everyone turned to look at her. "I just ...wanted a closer look at the little critters is all." she said with embarrassment.

"You've got five minutes, and if you're not back here I'm getting you each a tether, and Dave will be taking back the camera he did not have to buy." Roxie said warningly. Agreeing the two rushed back into the jungle to explore.

"What nerds!" Kenji sighed with exasperation, sitting down on a rock nearby.

"Right." Yasmina concurred leaning against the railing beside him.

When the two of them returned moments later the tour moved on through branching walkways some which were no more than covered footpaths others opened into wide observation decks with benches, snack vendors, photo booths, and screens playing informative videos on loop. At a particularly large stop there was even a carousel.

As they ambled up a gentle ramp, the glass bottom of which lost all of its charm not long after filming a what Ndiaye called a Geosternbergia in flight beneath her converse, Brooklynn began to stew. There was too much learning involved, she thought, and if she was bored in the moment she was worried about what her viewers would say. What she needed was some action, the influencer thought glancing up from her screen to familiarize herself with her surroundings. Everyone else had gotten ahead of her when she slowed her pace unable to edit and walk at the same time. Their guide was explaining to him the various diets of the animals that lived just outside, explaining patiently to an aghast Kenji that piscivore meant "fish eater" and not the other thing.

It was as she looked about herself that Brooklynn spotted a little dimorphodon coming to roost in the tree beside her. To the streamer the animal appeared like it was something concocted by a mad scientist, with a minute T-Rex looking head attached to a pterodactyl's body. They had all been assured however that these animal were genuine to the fossil record, despite how hideous they might seem.

Realizing what a prime opportunity was presenting itself Brooklynn picked up a strick that had broken off between the metal grating. Checking over her shoulder to be sure no one was watching she raised her phone and began filming. I'll just edit this part out, she thought lining the twig up with an opening. Trying to be fast enough to get away with it the teen jammed the stick through the bars and into the animal. It's response was instantaneous. With a shrill screech it turned, sharp teeth clamping down on the twig and ripping it from her hand before snapping it in two.

This is fantastic she thought as the enraged creature bit and clawed angrily at its assailant, wings blowing gusts of wind through the girl's hair as she documented this intense and up close look at-

"Brooklynn Meyers-Tillman!" Roxie's voice cut clean through the girl's train of thought, a firm hand on her wrist turning her to look the enraged woman in the eye. "Did you just do what I think you just did?"

Heart hammering the teenager considered lying, with a grin she was about to go for it when she caught a glace at the animal moving away from where it had been napping. There was blood on the leaves, even the protective cage in which she stood bore the damning evidence of her crime. She hadn't meant to actually hurt the stupid thing, she thought, she just didn't realize how fragile their wings were. As she watched it hobble away with that awkward gate they all seemed to have, and nurse it's wound she realized that the small animal was actually kinda ugly-cute, like Skittles.

Eyes welling with tears "I'm sorry." was all she could muster.

Pulling her away from the group Roxie railed, red in the face at Brooklynn about the inheriant innocent of wildlife, the damage she could have caused the poor thing, and the unnecessary cruelty she had put out in the world while the others investigated what happened. When she had finished the pair made their way back to everyone else and they moved on.

Ndiaye explained the habitat and behavior of the final animal on the tour, the gentle giant that was quetzalcoatlus. Brooklynn scarcely heard a word of what he said head hanging low, arms folded she was overwhelmed with a tremendous sense of guilt and shame. And why? For her stupid followers, was it really worth it? The girl asked herself. Maybe Nika was right, and she was doing too much her fans, and losing too big a part of herself in the process. Her phone vibrated then, and try as she might she couldn't restrain herself from retrieving it from her pocket eagerly browsing her updates.

After a while they walked through a pathway that ran along the side of the canyon, which was beautifully layered with color and difficult to believe that it had been created rather than occuring naturally. Peering over the edge they could see the giant pterosaur they had just learned about soaring in a dry up gust of wind on huge black and purple striped wings. Continuing on they eventually found themselves in a large empty cafeteria. Recording Ndiaye's good-byes Brooklynn startled when Darius gasped, the sound echoing loudly on the walls.

"A gift shop!" he practically shouted leaving everyone in his dust. "Can we go in?" he asked turning back, one hand already on the door.

"Sure." the counselors shrugged almost in unison.

The boy's smile faulted slightly when he looked at the five other campers approaching the store at a stroll. Brooklynn watched with confusion as he started muttering to himself, tapping the fingers of his right hand against his thumb. "I was given a five hundred dollar allowance with the free trip to Jurassic World, if you guys find something you really like I can totally get it for you because that makes ...eighty dollars a person!" he beamed generously before rushing in, only to find that a miniature plush cost was whopping twenty-five dollars. "The offer still stands." he assured the others though he seemed to be regretting the decision somewhat.

Maybe he wasn't so bad after all, Brooklynn thought, a little annoying sure but. "It's cool, I got gold." she said showing him her credit card.

Scoffing Kenji pushed past the two of them. "Step aside amateurs, I've got Amex Black." he boasted flashing a black credit card with a gold centurion on it. "Go hog wild," he instructed leaning against a counter with superiority. "You too junior."

After a brief shopping spree they were ushered away with the promise of lunch. Expecting brown bags, or even something from the cafeteria they were all surprised when Dave and Roxie led them on, through a staff hallway, and up a flight of stairs. Emerging from the behind the scenes route they had taken the kids found themselves walking beneath a sign in cursive that read "Canyon Convivial," and into a fancy restaurant with lit candles, and cloth napkins. The decor was in a simple, yet elegant style in hues that complemented those of the canyon into which it had been carved the girl noticed as they were led through the otherwise empty dining area to a large table on a glass bottomed balcony.

"It's part of the camp package." Dave assured the kids who were captivated with their surroundings, when the waiter appeared with menus.

"At least for now," Roxie piped up. "Mr. Masrani wants every child to feel like royalty at least once, but I'm not sure how he intends to arrange this kind of five star treatment for every group of kids every year."

"There's enough seating," Dave thought aloud. "Just close to the public for a day and split the campers into tree groups, breakfast, lunch, and dinner."

"A hundred and twenty bucks for pasta and sea bugs?" Sammy interrupted, gawking as she pointed to the lobster pappardelle.

"Try one-sixty for a burger!" Yasmina added.

"Please," Kenji laughed. "I've spent more on a toothbrush." After his previous display of affluence no one dared doubt him, the plastic gift shop bags crinkling under the table when someone shifted in their seat.

Still preturbed with self loathing for what she'd done Brooklynn found herself more concerned with a different set of numbers displayed on the crisp paper, the calories listed in fine print beneath each meal. In the end she just ordered a salad throwing all victories for the day aside, screw future Brooklynn, she didn't deserve it.

It wasn't until their meals arrived that the teen realized what a photo opportunity this was until she got a look at Ben's colorful Mediterranean vegetable platter. "Hold it!" she said energetically pulling out her favorite device. "Nobody eat anything, I need pics!"

Yasmina who was sitting at the other end of the table groaned, rolling her eyes and grabbed a slice of her fancy looking margherita pizza. Annoyed at her continual lack of participation Brooklynn turned the camera on her and took a picture right as she took a hearty bite.

"Oh, that's a good one!" Brooklynn said turning the phone so she could see.

"I told you before that I didn't want you taking my picture!" the other girl bellowed after choking down her food.

"And all I wanted was a picture of your plate, not you." Brooklynn hummed. "So now I'm going to make this go viral Yasmina the pizza pig! And you know why, because you're a fridged bitch."

"Yeah? Well you're just an attention seeking syphilitic twat!" Yasmina shouted in response before anyone could try to reign the situation in. Scrapped her chair loudly against the floor Yasmina stormed away from the table.

"I'll go talk to her," Dave said after the collective state of utter shock and disbelief wore off. "We have a sort of 'jogging bros' type thing going on."

"I'm sorry she said that." a conflicted looking Ben said softly.

"Yeah me too, are you alright?" Sammy asked reaching out to touch her hand.

"I'm fine." Brooklynn frowned moving around the table documenting their meals.

"Yeah but you gotta amid that was one sick burn!" Kenji chortled.

"Whatever!" the videographer snapped returning to her seat.

"You aren't entirely free of blame yourself, young lady." Roxie reminded her. "We're going to have a long talk tonight."

Lunch was had in an uncomfortable silence until to everyone's surprise the enormous quetzalcoatlus which they could now see towered above them at the same height as a giraffe, perched on a ledge beside the diners. After that a murmur of excitement ran through everyone that broke the tension. Brooklynn enjoyed herself even more after Dave and Yasmina elected to sit at their own table, to talk about the best way to lace your running shoes no doubt. Afterwards everyone just sat digesting for a long while until the couselors roused everyone from their decadent food comas to head back to the Jeep.

"Well that was fun, wasn't it?" Dave asked clapping his hands together as everyone buckled in. "Time to head back to the treehouse right? Wrong! You forgot this isn't just any old summer camp this is Camp Cretaceous, the greatest adventure camp on earth!" he said trying to get the kids fired up. "And what's so adventurous about a tour? Nothing! So, you've seen them, you've learned about them, now who's ready to fly like a pterosaur?"

The kids looked at one another, a spectrum of expressions. "We're going to fly?" Darius asked.

"That's right!" Dave grinned. "I suggest suiting you all up in wingsuits and throwing you over the edge of the canyon, but I guess that was deemed too much of a liability so we're going to be the first ones to test out the Camp Cretaceous exclusive wind tunnel for a little indoor sky diving! Bwa, bwa, bwa, bwaaa!" he hyped.

"Oh my God I'm so excited!" Sammy bounced in her seat.

"Me too!" Brooklynn agreed feeling a rush of energy wiping away all traces of afternoon drowsies.

A short drive, and a brief safety demonstration, and they were good to go, Kenji naturally insisting on being first entered the tunnel with a dramatic flare, one that was quickly stripped from him as one misplaced limb sent him spiralling upwards, screaming all the while. After him Darius who was nothing but smiles from beginning to end went, before Brooklynn stepped up to plate.

"You're sure you don't mind filming?" she asked handing Sammy her phone.

"Are you kidding me?" the girl gushed. "I'm the luckiest Brooklander on the planet, of course I'll film!"

Heart racing Brooklynn toed the line for a minute the flying instructor motioning for her to enter the tunnel. Arms crossed like a mummy it felt counter intuitive to just let yourself fall flat on your face, but when in Rome she thought. The roar of the wind rushing past her helmet was deafening, and now she understood the need for the hand signals they had learned in the introductory film. Feeling like she was falling, yet also somehow laying on a flat surface as the cushion of air held her aloft the girl couldn't help but smile.

Looking at Sammy as she filmed Brooklynn shot her arm out instinctively to give a thumbs up. Almost instantly she had put herself into a spin. Laughing with a side burning fanaticism when she finally remembered to keep her arms out at an even length, Brooklynn managed to stop herelf from pinwheeling out of control. Eyes plastered shut as she giggled the world tilted and wavered with a sea like motion.

Once the vertigo had passed the girl set out testing her skill, right arm down, turn right, left arm down turn left. She thought, experimenting with the drag of the wind, remembering how she used to stick her hand out the car window until her fingers were numb and frozen as a kid, 'cutting' the air on long road trips. Next she cautiously tested out her leg positions, feet together go forward, feet pulled back, arms out to go down. After familiarizing herself with the method Brooklynn was ready for some fun.

Moving wobbly through the air the pink haired girl managed to do a loop around the tunnel. Going again this time faster, she actually felt as though she were flying. Confidence building Brooklynn went into a rapid spin before coming to a halt, feet snapping together her took off like a superhero. Miscalculating how far she should let her shoulder dip she turned harder than expected, and instead of turning gracefully away from the curving wall she slammed into it, just further down.

A sharp jolt of pain shot through Brooklynn's stomach where it and the plastic of her MIC-KEY button struck the glass, knocking all of the air from her lungs. Indicating that she needed help the girl allowed the instructor to guide her out of the tunnel.

"Brooklynn are you alright?" Roxie wanted to know.

"Yeah, I'm fine." she lied, trying hard not to clutch her gut or double over.

"Are you sure, you took that hit pretty hard?" Sammy asked handing her the phone back.

"Yeah, no, I'm good, promise!" she nodded before adding. "I'm going to run to the bathroom I'll be right back."

Standing in the stall, flight suit unzipped, and shirt pulled up Brooklynn assessed the damage. It was going to bruise, that was certain she thought prodding her abdomen and ribs. Then grabbing the port of the tube between her fingers she gave it a quarter turn, trying to tell if it had been knocked out of place, or the internal balloon had ruptured. Everything felt sore, but sound. She winced at the burning sensation of stomach acid and enzymes leaking out between plastic a skin. God damnit, she thought, this was exactly the sort of thing she had been worried about! She'd been able to maintain weight without a feeding pump for four months, why her doctor wouldn't just remove the tube already was beyond her.

Well, she thought using some tissue to dab at the clear liquid that seeped out, maybe this was some sort of karma for what she did to that dimorphodon, it would serve her right. Smirking as she got dressed again she couldn't wait to see what karma had in store for Yasmina after lunch today. Washing her hands she exited the bathroom, Brooklynn found a comfortable spot on the floor next to the king of all wet blankets, who had, of course had a book in his back pocket the whole time.

"Are you alright?" Ben asked.

"Didn't think you could see anything with your head in that book." the girl laughed. Ben shrugged. "Yeah, I'm good. Thanks for asking." she said settling in beside him. Taking out her phone Brooklynn started carefully editing together her next vid.