<3--[Cloud 6]--<<

Hello!

Maturity - Mild Romance & Fighting
Fantasy - Nopey Dopey.

Cloud 6 is one of the nine cabin's at Avalon Trails Camp, located in Catalina Island. People from all over the world come to the award-winning and well-known camp, but Cloud 6 is the most special. The six teenagers in this cabin are incomparably the most different from one another, but some how they're expected to live together for the next two months. So hold on, buckle in, and steady yourself for one heck of an adventure.

Emma Johnson

"Emma, sweet, where are you?" Linda's voice rang out across the corridor of our LA beach house. "Mom, I told you, I'm coming. Just give me one second!" I called back, annoyance thick in my voice. Could she give me time to think, for one second?!

I sighed, studying over my reflection in the mirror, and for once being subtly pleased. My chestnut curls were finally defrizzified and in perfect little corkscrews, while my skin had a healthy glow to it. I thanked my vegan diet, along with this new amazing conditioner I had bought called Wen. It saved me hours of work on my hair daily.

My emerald green eyes looked innocent and sweet, if not a bit skeptical. They were thinly outlined in earthy brown eyeliner, the color almost more natural than the shade of my hair. My freckles were slowly being replaced with a weak tan and my lips were coated in Cherry Spice gloss.

Clucking my tongue again the top of my mouth, I stacked my suitcases together, before heaving them into the air. I struggled to keep my balance, especially as I wobbled down the stairs. But some how I managed, which was very doubtful seeing my records of clumsiness, but maybe this was a sign. A sign that this summer wouldn't completely suck.

You see, I had just moved from Florida to California, just a week or two ago. And knowing me(the innocent, but very oppinionated and adventurous girl that I am), I was having trouble fitting in. I had grew up in Florida my whole life and my group of friends were wound together so tightly. But now I wondered if I made any difference to them... Probably not.

Sighing, I got into the car, as we sped out of the drive way, down to the dock where I'd board a ferry to Santa Catalina Island and then head to Camp Catalina Trail, where I was supposed to head down to Cloud 6, my new cabin for the new two months.

I watched my mom's eyes tear up as she babbled about how much she loved me and missed me. "Now you know how I felt about leaving my friends," I thought to myself, but instead I smiled sweetly and gave her one last hug goodbye. She paid the cost of the ferry and handed me the money I'd need for the rest of the summer. Taking it, I wadded it up in my pocket, before boarding the boat and heading off. Leaning against the rail, I was sure to hang on to the safety bar, as I zoned out.

My breaths were deep and more like sighs, seeing how they were very lifeless. I had gotten mildly depressed since I'd moved and since day one it had worsened. I only returned to my normal self when the salty spray of the ocean spritzed over my face. Scrunching my nose, I shook my curls and laughed a single note. I could hear them cranking the walking boarding where we'd depart, as the boat came to a hault.

Leaving it, I boarded one of the camp's buses, which was already packed full of children. "I wonder how many people will be here..." I thought to myself, knowing there would be five other new faces in my cabin. Going from cabin to cabin, they finally dropped me off at what looked more like a mansion. It was a grand towering three-floor tall cabin, with a classy outdoorsy look to it. "Now this is my kind of thing!" I thought to myself, my small smile widening, as I picked up my things and headed indoors. I could feel my stomach doing somersaults as the suspense rose, while I waited to see who I'd be living with.

Monique Chef

This was it... It was now or never. I watched as the girls under me got into position and mumbled the order, before lifting me into the air. Spiraling in the air, I flipped backwards, and only looked to my right, hoping that I was on beat with the other 'fliers', when I had successfully landed.

And in slow motion I watched as Melanie's landing was off and her foot swung under the base's grasp and she went tumbling forward. You see, Melanie was the school... Let's just say she was pretty much the stereo typical cheerleaders. My mouth was hinged open as everyone in the crowd gasped.

This was our final routine, we had been so close to winning! "I knew she'd mess everything up! I knew it!" I thought to myself, my shock bubbling into pure anger. "Team Clearwater High has been disqualified," the speculator announced over the intercom. Sighing, the bases dismounted and I was slowly brought onto the ground.

For all of the try outs that she had given me crap about, this just proved how much better of a cheerleader I was than her. Everyone knew that she normally wouldn't have done that, but then again she wasn't exactly normal either. I had heard rumors about her drinking party last night and seeing her running to get her ice pack, which she held onto her head, just proved that her major hang-over had done this to us.

Back in the locker rooms as we changed out of our clothes, everyone was complaining, sighing, or crying. It killed me to see my team like this - well, actually, Melanie was the leader of us and I was the co-leader, but I knew I'd probably move up after that stupid move. As she came in, everything went silent, and my eyes narrowed into a furious glare.

"Shut up, it's not like you did any better," she growled at me as my jawline tightened. "Yeah and that's coming from the girl who DISQUALIFIED our whole freakin' team," I rolled my eyes as a few girls giggled at her embarrassment. "Excuse me? You wouldn't be here without me. You'd be running around with your little nerdy friends like the big toddler that you are," she walked over to me, looking down at me since she was a good three inches taller.

"You didn't do ANYTHING to help me. I taught myself while you went and tramped around with the high school guys. And nerds? They're my best friends. Call them whatever you want, but it won't change a thing," I smirked, as she grabbed my cheer outfit from me and tore the embroidery into two. "You little-" I cut off to curse under my breath, as she pushed me.

Letting my anger get to me, I dove back on her, pushing her back, before our coach came and got in between us. "Really girls? It's not like it's bad enough that we got kicked out, but you have to start with this nonsense again? You guys know the rules. You fight, your off the team."

That was two weeks ago and I regretted letting my anger get to me. I sighed, rolling onto my back, as tears came to my eyes once again. Cheer leading was my life - it was the only thing I could be passionate about.

And no, my friends were not nerds. I didn't even have a definite group of friends. When high school came around, I had adopted whole new cliques. I was friends with mostly everyone, except for Melanie and her group of six leeches. So, I hardly had any enemies. But then again, I didn't have a definite group of close friends, nonetheless a best friend. The only friend from middle school I kept was Emma, but she had moved to California.

Emma was kind of the life of the party. She was kind, even though she teased me a lot, and just a really good laugh. And with her gone, I wasn't sure what to do. Summer vacation had just started and I had accomplished nothing.

My mom had been constantly nagging me to move on, but I just couldn't. Every where I went I was reminded of what I had given up, it was just impossible. I looked down at my luggage, temporarily forgetting why it was there. "Oh, right," I sighed. I had finally pushed my mom to the brink that she was sending me to some island off of the coast of California for the summer, in hopes that I would get this all behind me. I knew it probably wouldn't work. In just a day I went form glamorous, fabulous, me, to a puddle of mope.

"Monique, let's go, your going to be late!" my mom called from across the apartment. We had stayed in an apartment in Catalina away from my home in Florida, for just one night, before she'd send me off to this island. "Maybe I'll get to see Emma, since she's somewhere in Florida," I thought to myself, but then I was reminded that we weren't allowed to have any contact with people outside of the camp, unless it was through your cell phone or computer.

Driving onto the camp's property, it was pretty simple to find Cloud 6, our cabin. "How stupid... I wish I had gotten Cloud 9," I thought to myself, but I knew that in the end it wouldn't matter. I looked up and almost smiled at the towering mansion-cabin before me. "Maybe this is just the kind of luxury that I will need...." I thought to myself, dragging my seven suitcases up to the doors of the mansion, as my mom's Toyota Camry pulled away. Opening the door, I entered my new temporary two-month home.


Jake Parker

"So... Is this like a mission, or what?" I asked the Lieutenant General, who was standing before me. "As close to a mission as you'll be getting for a while, Parker," he sighed, shaking his head. That's all that anyone did when the news was mentioned - shake their head. They weren't even involved in it...

Actually, that's a lie. Everyone was involved in it. The whole country was involved in it, they just didn't know. But what I meant was it didn't happen to them. It happened to me. And I was taking the news better than anyone.

I am Jake Parker. Age 18, height 5'11, weight 160 pounds. One blue eye and one green eye, with brown hair. Caucasian with a slightly British accent. Those were the basics of me, whoever that is. This is who I was created to be. And I found that over time I became less and less human, in return I became more of the experiment that they had hoped for.

I was six when my world was revolved around becoming the person that our country needed; the experiment. I was enrolled into a program where I was taught my studies, along with my training. I learned at a pace far quicker than any other child, along with being taught things such as body language, personal protection, other languages, and how to fight.

I used to be shy, but they quickly worked on that. I also used to be the cute little innocent Jake, bullied by his older brother, to the seven year old who knew ten different ways to kill someone. And that number seems so little to me today, twelve years later.

I was trained by them to be a respectable human being, along with a strong, courageous, leader so that I could raise to the the General one day, one position under General of the Army, which was the very top of the list. And having a photographic memory, it was more than easy for me to remember.

And now, I was officially the person that I was supposed to be. I was a gentleman at heart, a nice, protective, person, and knew more about protection than anyone I had encountered. I had accomplished what I needed to and I was ready to rise to the top... Almost. There was just one issue...

In a week I'd be turning eighteen and on that day I was planned to rise to my position and enlist into the army. The message of me successfully completing the experiment had leaked to someone and before I knew it, the government was getting involved. And, of course, they were furious that I had been kept a secret.

They declared that years of child labor laws were broken and they had violated the trust of the president. So, I was forcefully granted a year to live my life and then after a year I could personally decide to continue with my 'mission'.

Supposedly there was an abnormal amount of gasoline shipped to Santa Catalina Island in the last week, an amount that normally took the island a year to achieve. So, I was supposed to attend this camp there for the rest of the summer. I knew that it was probably nothing and they were trying to let me relax, while being alert, but I didn't mind.

Maybe this was a time where I could start to be normal. Maybe I could get to try out the new Jake Parker, the one I was highly unfamiliar with. Maybe...

"Alright, sir," I nodded my head. "I'll be looking forward to seeing you later, son," he patted my shoulder, not being able to look directly into my eyes. "As do I," I sighed with a bittersweet smile on my face, as I walked into the cabin titled Cloud 6.


"Ugh, what have I done?" I thought to myself, leaning over my best, my head in my hands, propping myself up by placing my elbows on my knees. I was SO stupid.... What had I been thinking? Memories from the night before entered my head, as I began packing my bag.

It was the last day of school yesterday and on top of that, prom. I was wearing this amazing silky Azure blue dress, that was strapless with diamond on the chest part. Then the waist was tight, and the skirt of it was looser, with little tuffs and curls around it. My chocolate brown/blonde