Oh my goodness! Hi guys! It's been a while, hasn't it? Anyways, enjoy this crappily written short chapter to get y'all psyched again.

TRAVIS

"Stolls!"

Ah, yes. The music to my ears. Katie was marching out of her cabin, straight at me, fuming.

"What have you done to my cabin?!" she yelled, pointing at her cabin's grass roof.

"What?" I asked, innocently holding my hands up in surrender. "Just helping you guys decorate for Easter!"

I glanced up at the chocolate bunnies Connor, Melanie and I had placed on the grass roof last night, holding back a laugh. Katie's face was priceless.

"Get. Them. Off." she said, turning a bright shade of fuchsia, voice all serious. "Now."

Last time I didn't clean up my prank, I got mauled by a giant thorny plant, so I called Connor and Melanie over to help me to get the chocolate off.

Perched on the roof, Melanie and I threw the bunnies down into a basket, balanced on Connor's knees, down on the ground. Taking a bite out of a bunny's ear, I shook my head angrily.

"Gods, can that girl take a joke? I mean, these are pretty good," I said to Melanie, taking another bite of the chocolate bunny. Why was I so upset?

Melanie rolled her eyes. "I never really liked her either," she said, tossing the remnants of one of the greatest pranks over her shoulder down to Connor. Noticing my frown, she put a reassuring hand on my arm. Well that was new. "Hey," she said, grinning, "we did pretty good in the end though."

"I guess," I shrugged, finishing off my bunny.

The horn blew for breakfast, and Melanie turned to me, hand still gently placed on my arm. "You going to breakfast?"

"Nah," I said, waving her off, "I just had, like, 30 pounds worth of chocolate bunnies."

"Okay," she said, raising an eyebrow as she released my arm, leaving a pleasant tingling. "See you later," she smiled, sliding off the rabbit-free Demeter cabin roof, grabbing Connor and dragging him down to the Pavilion.

I leaned back on the cushy grass and closed my eyes, arm still tingling from Melanie's soft touch.

KATIE

"Those goddamned Stolls," I muttered, taking out my anger on the strawberry fields. I guess I was a little bit too angry, because the berries that I was trying to harvest over ripened from my touch and burst, spraying strawberry guts everywhere. "Gods," I sighed, grabbing a paper towel offered by Miranda, a close friend.

"Hey," she said, "they got all the bunnies off, right? There's nothing to be angry about," she told me in her soothingly quiet voice, helping me clean up my strawberry explosion.

"But the nerve," I told her, shaking my head. "Why the Demeter Cabin? Why always me? What have I done to deserve this?" I asked, raising my hands to the sky, as if Zeus was going to fly down and tell me the answer.

"Maybe there's just something about y-" Miranda began, but was elbowed into silence by a fellow cabin mate.

"What?" I asked, assuming my usual angry mother hands-on-hips position.

"What if, well what if one of the Stolls liked you!" piped up a new little 11 year old camper, pigtails wagging as she jumped up and down from excitement.

I snorted. "Yeah, because I'm so hot," I said, making a ridiculous mock model pose, making everyone laugh. Ignoring the breakfast horn, I shook my head, returning back to harvesting strawberries.

I HAD to get the Stolls back. This week only they'd replaced our soil with Oreo crumbs, spread Hephaestus' Extra Hold Super Glue all over our gardening tools (that was particularly painful), and now this. Yes, some justice needed to be served.

I paced the empty cabin, considering my options. What did they cherish the most? Their friend, Melanie? No, she would be hard to prank. Both always had their miniature caduceus sticking out of their pockets, but I don't really know what to do with that. And then it hit me. The way I would finally get back at the Stolls. I smiled deviously, pulling out a pad and paper, and began to plan.