Hello everyone!

This is a book about a Roblox game series I really like, Camping! I've gotten all the endings on all 4 games, and I heard the creator is making a new installment to the series, so I'm very excited!

I first started this book a few years ago, lost interest, then decided to pick it back up and try writing it again, because I do have plans to turn this into a series.

This book contains spoilers for the whole game, including the ending (duh) so maybe go finish the game before you read. Although, if you've never heard of Camping, this story might still make sense as it's just about a camping trip (that totally doesn't go wrong ;))

I hope you enjoy!

~LittleGhostCat

(The storyline of Camping and the Roblox game belongs to SamsonXVI, I only own the characters and their backstories.)

Prologue

"Then the plane exploded!" Will crowed, throwing the plane to the ground. The other girl, Christine, crossed her arms, indignant, and flipped her short dark brown hair.

"No they don't! The truck explodes, not the plane!" Christine sniffed. Will laughed, and picked the plane back up, running his fingers through his shaggy dark brown hair, the exact colour of Chrissie's. The twins looked so much alike, with their dark brown hair and blue-gray eyes, matching jean overalls, and cute attitudes, that when they were younger with their hair the same length, they almost got mistaken for each other.

"You're just saying that because you're the plane, Chrissie!" Will laughed. Chrissie giggled and tried to grab her toy plane from her twin brother's pale little hand. He pulled his hand away from her grasp and she sat up, now stubborn and annoyed.

"No I'm not!" Chrissie screeched, her voice high-pitched as it rose several octaves. The twin four-year-olds met each other's eyes and started laughing at how funny she sounded. The other patients in the waiting room gave them strange looks, which just made Will and Chrissie laugh even harder.

A nurse stepped out of the office. She looked like she was about fifty, but she was trying to make herself look twenty years younger, with her dyed blonde hair, spray-tan, and blue eyes that were so bright that the nurse was either using contacts or was some sort of radioactive mutant-alien hybrid.

"William Albert Dawson?" she asked. The twin's mom stood up from her red wool-and-wood chair and put her fashion magazine back in the brown twig wicker basket.

"That's my son," she said, nudging Will.

"Come on Will!" she coaxed. Will reluctantly released the toy dump truck and plane from his grasp, and waved a sad goodbye to Chrissie. Chrissie looked at the ground. She felt bad for Will. The nurse was going to stick a big sharp pointy needle in his arm and call him 'William' the whole time, just like how she had called Chrissie, 'Christine'.

Chrissie was about to pick up her plane and go on an adventure in the galaxy with it when she heard a cry of pain from the nurse's office. Will! Chrissie snapped to attention and burst open the door, feeling a sort of protective urge to save her twin brother from whatever the nurse was doing to him.

"Will!" Chrissie yelled. The citrusy scent of sanitizer coated the room, and Chrissie winced at the sudden brightness of the room compared to the dark and dreary waiting room. It was covered in animal wall stickers, but even lions and robins couldn't distract from the scary needles and tubes in the office.

The nurse was drawing blood from Will's arm with a large syringe, and Will's face was screwed up and red, like he'd been trying not to cry. Chrissie's mom finally noticed her and glared with her famous mom-stingray-eyes that all moms are able to do.

"Christine Allen Dawson, I told you to stay put!" she said, but her tone was stern yet kind. She could understand Chrissie's worries for her twin sibling.

The nurse finished drawing blood, and pulled the syringe out without even wincing. Chrissie was beginning to suspect she was only in this job for the big bucks it dealt out. Which was true for everything, but Chrissie knew somehow that the lady didn't even care about their well-being. She leaned over and taped a cotton ball to Will's arm with a colourful Marvel bandage, just as she had done for Chrissie. She popped the vial out of the syringe and placed the vials of dark crimson-red on the hard granite counter. She turned and smiled when she was finished, flashing obviously fake or bleached white teeth.

"I'll let you know the results in a few weeks, Amy." The twin's mother nodded and smiled, and nudged her children.

"Say thank you," she hissed, and the twins obeyed. But Chrissie still wanted to know something.

"Miss Nurse?" She asked. The nurse turned around, her fake blonde hair whirling with her. She smiled and blinked her dark lash extensions at the little girl.

"Call me Miss Peterson. Yes, sweet Christine?" She asked, her voice full of fake sugar sweetness. Chrissie made a mental confirmation of the theory that the nurse was just in it for the money, and she probably hated children. Chrissie was mad at the nurse. She wanted to make Gail Peterson or whatever her name was, feel bad, or at the very least, humiliated. So you can't really blame Chrissie for what she said to the nurse next.

"Are your eyes really that blue or are you some kind of radioactive muta-" Her mother cut Chrissie's words off with a tight smile.

"Er, bye Gail!" The mother said to the nurse, flustered. She hurried her children out of the office, and out of the waiting room. Will showed Chrissie his bandage.

"Look! I got Thor!" he exclaimed. Chrissie was a teeny bit jealous, but she didn't let it show. Thor was her favourite superhero.

"Cool. I got Spiderman!" she said boastingly, as Spiderman was Will's favourite. Will laughed.

"Nice! I wish we could trade!" Chrissie nodded and rolled her blue-gray eyes, a sassy move that usually got adults laughing. Her mother, however, saw that move every day, so it sure didn't make her laugh.

Her mom pushed a button on the car keys and the big red car honked, making Will and Chrissie jump in surprise. They giggled, and her mom rolled her eyes, which were a shade of yellow-green, unlike the twin's.

"Come on, silly children! Hop in!" Amy, the twin's mother called to the children, who were busily examining a spotted ladybug that had landed on Chrissie's small thin arm.

The twins squealed when they heard their mother's voice and ran clumsily to her. The ladybug fluttered off Chrissie's arm. Their mother opened the red car door for her children, and they hopped into their carseats, ready to go home and to bed, to start another adventure-filled day.

A few weeks later, Amy Dawson, the twin's mom, got an urgent email from Gail Peterson, the nurse who'd taken blood from Will and Chrissie.

Dear Amy Dawson,

I have tested the blood for diseases at the American Blood Institution, and Christine seems to have no diseases, she is perfectly healthy.

William, on the other hand, has been tested several times, and we have come to the conclusion that he has leukemia. We suggest he is put in treatment immediately before he gets worse.

Sincerely,

Gail Peterson, PhD.

One Year Later…

"Why can't I go in?" Chrissie yelled angrily. Her mother looked very uncomfortable. She tried to explain to Chrissie that her brother had a life-threatening disease, while also not scaring the little five-year-old girl.

"Chrissie, Will is...he's very sick." her mother said shakily.

Amy had been going through a state of depression after that fateful email, which had also affected Chrissie, who looked up to her mother, as she was normally the only one in the house after Will had gone to treatment.

The five-year-old girl had started getting into fights at school, and currently had no friends at all. Her teacher had called Amy several times and left messages at the house, saying that Chrissie had some behavior problems and may need therapy, but Amy just tried to ignore the teacher.

Chrissie didn't have a father, he died when the twins were only two, so they barely knew him. The little girl was always acting tough and brave. But at the moment, Chrissie looked scared. More than scared, almost terrified. It broke Amy's heart to see such a strong, brave child so broken. The little five-year-old clutched her tiny pink bear necklace that Will had given her from the hospital gift shop tightly with one hand.

"But... he'll get better, right? He always gets better from colds." Her voice was shaking as well, proof that even Chrissie didn't believe her own words.

It was 2:56 in the morning, and Amy had gotten a call from the hospital. She'd woken Chrissie at once, and driven straight to the emergency room. They were both wearing their pajamas, and Chrissie's dark brown shiny hair was in two curly pigtails tied with silky white ribbons.

Her mother looked at the ground, her face red. Chrissie took this as a sign to not ask any more questions.

A nurse came out of the office. His face was red, like he'd been crying. He beckoned for Amy to come to him, and she got up, walking unsteadily. He whispered something in her ear, and Amy's face turned white, then purple, then red, as she broke down in sobs. Chrissie knew something terrible must have happened for her mother to cry like that. She got up from her seat, and walked towards her mother.

"Mommy, what's wrong? W-why are you sad?" She asked. Amy wiped her eyes with her sleeve and hugged Chrissie tightly, as if she never wanted to let the little girl go. That's when she said five words, five terrible words that would smash Chrissie forever.

"Will...is...he's dead Chrissie. You'll never see him again."

That's when a piece of Chrissie's heart broke inside, and she ran out of her mother's arms, out of the emergency wing, out of the hospital, and into the car, where she spent the rest of her night crying.

Well that was certainly depressing...poor kids. Don't worry, things get better for Chrissie soon :D

Bye for now!