Chapter Eight: Disaster Yet Again!

The heat was drawing closer, and I could hear screaming as people woke up. I ran into my cabin.

"Pidgeotto," I instructed, letting out my bird. "Quickly go to Dion. Talk to Abra and tell him to psychically tell Dion this: There is trouble at the Girls Cabin. Fire! Get water pokémon! Girls in trouble!"

"Pidgey!" Pidgeotto cried, flapping off as fast as it could.

"Cindi!" I yelled, shaking her. "Wake up! You have got to wake up! The cabins are on fire!" Cindi rolled over finally waking up.

"What?" she mumbled.

"The cabins are on fire!" I said. "Use your water pokémon to put out the fire!"

"Oh my god!" she cried. "You wake up the Poogle Twins, Stephanie and Charlotte!" She sent out her Vaporeon, and Clefairy. "You guys, go out to the fire and use Hydro Pump! Vaporeon, if any people are trapped, get them out!"

"Vape!"

"Clef!" The pokémon ran off, and Cindi and I woke the rest of us. The Poogle's of course, screamed.

"The building's on fire!" Priscilla shrieked. "I'm gonna get my hair smoky! Augh!"

Slap! Slap! The Poogle Girls wore identical red slap marks on their cheeks.

"Grow up!" I spat. "The building is on fire, but you each have a water pokémon! Use a water attack. Remember? Water plus fire equals no fire?"

"Oh yeah," Linda remembered. "Go Tiffany!"

"Go Miffany!" Priscilla called. Out of the pokéballs popped Tiffany, the Totodile, and Miffany, the Wooper.

"Go put out the fire!" Priscilla instructed.

"Toto!"

"Woop!" And they ran off too. A lot of girls were sending out their water pokémon, and by the time Cindi, Chantelle, Stephanie, The Poogle's and I got out of our cabin, the girls were already on the grass, water and rock and ground pokémon doing all they could to put out the fire. Ms Herring was there too, but as I glanced around, Ms Holland was no where to be seen. Strange, I thought, but not for very long, as the arrival of the boys distracted me.

"Tara!" I heard Robert call. "Where are you?"

"I'm over here!" I cried back. Wartortle, Poliwag, and Starmie had rushed in to help the water pokémon putting out the fire. The other boys let out their water pokémon to help too.

"I wish I owned that wild Gyarados," I heard Mathew mutter.

"I have a theory," I said. "About the Gyarados and the fire. I'll tell you soon."

The fire was nearly out, and more water pokémon had joined the origionals. In about ten minutes, the girls' cabins were piles of ash, but every one was safe. Ms Herring announced that the girls would sleep in the hall of the main building, or if they wanted to (which not many did want to) sleep in a boys cabin. I went straight to the boys' cabin, carrying whatever stuff I had that wasn't burnt or destroyed. There was a towel, wet swimmers, a pair of jeans and my only Pikachu Pokéball T-Shirt. I was lucky, that that dream woke me up.

"Here's my theory," I said, leaning over the top of the spare bunk in the cabin of Robert, Dion, Mathew and Joseph. Paul had cleared out when he heard I was going to sleep there. "I think that somebody is trying to sabotage Camp Pokémon. Today at the bay, that Gyarados was owned."

"How could you tell?" Joseph gasped.

"Well," I began. "When I looked at the teachers, Ms Holland, Mr Cauchi and Mr Pannuchio were all calm, as if nothing was wrong. And Mr Cauchi kept on looking like he was coughing, but he was speaking instructions through that walkie-talkie. And when Ms Herring started to get us out of the water, Ms Holland had looked annoyed. Our teachers are up to something.

"And when the fire started tonight, where, may I ask, was Ms Holland? Certainly not in the cabins."

*

"John!" Mr Cauchi hissed. "People are getting suspicious! I was walking down the hall and Tara and her friends were saying that we are up to something!"

"Great!" Mr Pannuchio sighed. "Just what we need."

"John, do we go to Plan X, X treem?" Ms Holland asked.

"Yes."