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"Why are you taking me to camp again? I'm not a kid anymore...it's not like I need character development or anything. I'm almost an adult!"

"You ever think that maybe I want you to go to camp for myself?"

Zephyir grinned as the hair under his helmet whipped in the wind. "What's that supposed to mean?" he asked, "Dear uncle?"

"That I need a break." his uncle replied, looking straight as he steered the motorbike down the highway, "You have no idea how annoying you are."

"Annoying?" Zephyr reached out and tugged the man's ear, "What's THAT supposed to mean? How am I annoying? If I was annoying you could have just said so! And since when was being annoying a crime punishable by sleepaway camp? What if I get stabbed to death by a guy who thinks he's a girl? Then what will you do?"

"Hey! Stop that! Ow!" His uncle suddenly shrank, his ear slipping away from Zephyr's grasp. He shook his head, laughing. "You're just like your mother, sometimes," he said, his voice suddenly younger.

Zephyr smiled impishly, "I learn from the best." After a minute, he added, "You might want to change back. I see a police officer."

His uncle grew larger and returned to his previous size.

"See?" Zephyr said, "What would you do without me?"

After a few minutes, the motorbike pulled up to a large sign baring the words "Camp Keystone". Zephyr blew a stream of air out, ruffling his hair. Sounded like one of those things that was supposed to boost your confidence. Oh well...it was obvious his uncle wasn't going to change his mind. The bike came to a stop, and the older man cut off the ignition and stepped off. Removing his helmet, he hardly looked his age of mid-thirties. In fact, Zephyr guessed that he had shifted to look not a day over 25. He was more like an older brother anyways.

"So are you gonna pose as my uncle, or an older bro?" Zephyr asked as he pulled his own helmet off, ruffling his pitch black hair. His uncle shrugged, "I personally don't think it matters, but I'll let you know. Get your bags, and bike. I'll find a counselor."

Zephyr went for his bike first. As he unstrapped it, he looked around. He noticed a few campers. One caught his eye: a girl with a blue car. His breath caught in his throat, and he turned away. Humming Britney Spears' "Womanizer" he pulled his bike down and switched on the radio as he grabbed for his bags.