At dinner time, Emma saw the buses across the lake as she sat skipping rocks. Yes, it was odd to find Emma Wayne skipping rocks, but since this morning she had cried, tantrumed, and hit the gym plenty of times. Her aim at archery had become notably better. Emma began to stomp around of a storm brew in her head. She heard laughter and chatter coming from the mess hall and her lid went off. That Spain girl was done for. Emma ran off towards the mess hall as more girls descended from the buses.

The hallway to the main dining room was clogged with excited t(w)een girls, and Emma had to swim, push, and bump her way in. It was hard to find her nemesis in the mosh pit, but Emma was determined to find her. How hard could it be to find someone with your own face. Not as much, apparently. She found her giggling and chatting with her friends as they made to find a table.

"Hey! Spain!" Emma screamed, silencing half the hall.

"Aw, you're finally awake, Miss America? Did you have a WET dream?"

Everyone laughed except for Emma. She just simmered more. In her frustration, she grabbed the nearest thing she could, a cupcake off someone's food tray, and lodged it towards Elena. It hit her square in the shoulder. Elena let out a squeaky ew as it peeled off her jacket and fell on the floor with a squealch.

"You did NOT just do that! Here, eat your veggies!" Elena grabbed a hand full of the vegetables on her plate and threw them towards Emma, but she dodged it and the food landed on someone else's hair.

"Heeeyy!" the poor girl cried.

"Food fight!"a chorus went off just as food started flying around the hall.

A good 5 minutes had gone before camp counselors came running in, being pelted by some flying food.

"Enough!"

As the last of the flying food found landing, the party died with a couple last laughs.

"And WHO's brilliant idea was it to start this chaos?!"

"The twins!" came a unanimous answer.

"Girls! Front and center THIS instant."

The twins came forward and immediately started talking over each other, throwing blame.

"Quiet! That was the most infamous, most revolting display of hooliganism I have ever seen. And from sisters no less!''
Mrs West yelled, wiping food off her dress.

"We're not sisters!" Elena cried.

"I've never seen her before in my life."Emma pointed out.

"Well they are, aren't they?" Mrs. West asked her daughter.

"No mum, just look a likes." Ms West shrugged.

"Regardless. Now either you two girls will be cleaning up this mess, or you'll be spending the remaining three weeks together in Plantagenet cabin.''

The girls looked around them, then at each other.

"I'm not cleaning THAT up!" they said simultaneously.

'Then pack your bags, girls."

"How are you ever going to spend 3 weeks with that girl?" Hallie and Sharon questioned as Elena packed her bags.

"You both can't stand each other for 3 seconds!" Annie and Susan reminded Emma as she threw her toothbrush in her bag.

"I'll make her life so miserable, she'll be on the

first train back!

first flight back!"

All the camp girls waited by the trail to Plantagenet cabin for the twins to show. Once they did, the mother daughter camp counselors led the way. Emma and Elena bickered and bumped bags when the counselors weren't looking, to the amusement of all the girls walking behind.

4 minutes walk later, they arrived to a rickety old cabin that looked like it could wash away in a bad rainstorm. Not the best thing to say near London.

Mrs Adams lifted the bullhorn and told the rest of the girls to continue their planned activities.

"Now, 3 weeks left, and you'll be spending them together. Room together, eat together, play together. Either you'll learn to live with each other, or, or so help me you two will NEVER be back here again!"

The two girls stormed up the wobbly steps and fought over who would enter first. Eventually both of them made it inside, and the 2nd girl in got the better bunk to herself.

The first night was rough. Emma was already uncomfortably trying to sleep, but Elena needed the light on to finish her drawing. America angrily turned off the switch by her bed, but Spain immediately turned it back on again. The lights turned on and off for a whole minute before the fuse blew out.

'It's all your fault!" Emma yelled.

"My fault?! You're the one who wanted the light off!'' Elena retorted.

"And you're the one who came here with MY face." Emma scoffed as she turned over on her bed.

"It can most possibly NOT be my fault that we have the same face!" Elena whispered with a yawn as she put away her sketchpad, unable to draw in the dark.

"Maybe we should blame our parents," the girls said together but were too sleepy to register what they had said and fell asleep.

the next day, nature had its own plans.