DUN DUN DUN!!!! We are full! GET READY TO DIE! 

WAIT FORGET I SAID THAT!!!

--- FINAL LIST!!!!

Shadow Dragon

Joan B.

Jarvis

Aquina

Elvina

Mirax T.

Amber

Owlgirl

Joss

Leafmist

Poetic Panda

Phantom N. 

~Day 1

It's night. All the CBers are snug in their beds, tired from celebrating the end of the school year. It's humid oustide, with the full, glowing moon eerily hovering in the night sky, nestled among stars. It emits a peculiar feeling that something strange is about to happen.

As Leafmist winks at her luggage, she slowy drifts off to sleep . . .

HOONK!!!

"AHH!" screams Owlgirl, falling out of bed.

"What in the world?!" Phantom N. drifts over to his window and peers outside, seeing an unusual sight.

"No!" exclaimed Amber. "A school bus! But it's over! Someone please tell me this is a dream!" She jumps back in bed and buries her head under the covers. 

But alas, if they look more closely, they will notice that's it's not painted yellow, but a bright violet. They would also notice its ten, humorously large wheels, and gray lightning bolts splattered upon it.

"HELLOOO?" calls the driver, squeezing a small but ear-splitting clown horn. "ALL ABOARD FOR THE CRICKET AMUSEMENT PARK!"

"But I'm not packed yet!" groans Shadow Dragon. She grabs an empty suitcase and a shiny pocketwatch. "Now I'm ready." She flies outside, and as the vehicle's doors open, a loud poof is heard.

Suddenly, the CBers find themselves zapped from their original locations and in a long line, waiting to step (more like climb) into the tall bus.

Some have to say, "Wait for me!" As they tried to drag their sleepy AE's and CAPTCHA's from bed (or is it the opposite?).

Finally, when everyone is on board, they store their luggage beneath their seats and drowsily sit down. When they do, a long farting sound is heard beneath their bottoms.

"Ha!" laughs the person behind the steering wheel. They look in the rearview mirror at the disgusted, graoning faces of its passengers. "Sorry," they say, "I couldn't resist that one. Don't worry. No more pranks after that." Their tone is disguised, so nobody knows whether its a male or female.

Joan B. giggles and nudges Puck, her AE. "How does it feel to get a taste of your own medicine?" 

Puck nudges back. "Actually, I rather liked the joke. It was corny, but funny."

Her sane counterpart rolls her eyes. 

Amber raises her hand. "Excuse me, are you the Park Manager?"

The mysterious person tips its head slightly. "Sure am." 

"Why are you picking us up in the middle of the night? And how did you appear in twelve different places at once to pick us up?"

The person raises a gloved finger. "Questions," they say "will be answered soon enough. Now! Who's ready for fun?" 

They all nod. "Me," they try to say energetically.

"Okay!" the driver press a large, red button on their dashbaord, and a humongous, blue portal pops up in front of the bus.

"Whoa!" shouts Poetic Panda. "How did you make that appear?"

The driver giggles under breath and starts driving straight towards the glowing, swirling blue ring. The CBers gasp as they're sumberged through it.

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Arghhh! I always miss these things! I was on a trip over the weekend with no access to internet. Dang it. 

Actually, Spyro hates amusement parks, so maybe it's best we don't come. Have fun, guys...

Sorry I'm late. I'll post soon. I've been busy with other sites.

Oh . . . okay.

Sorry I'm late. I got tied up with other sites. Okay . . .

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Day 2

As the bus slowly emerged from the portal, everyone was in awe. They had just seen a blinding blue light, and now they were in the middle of a large, dusty construction area. And it was daytime.

"How could this be?" asks Amber. "It was night just a few minutes ago."

"Wait," says Jarvis, "I got it. We went to another dimension."

All the CBers on baord gasped.

"Yep," he said calmly, "makes sense. An alternate reality."

The driver nodded slowly. "Well done." The person pressed down on the brakes, and the bus came to a loud and jerky stop.
"Okay, now let's have some fun!" They got out of the bus and helped the other CBers step down to the ground.

As they all took in their surroundings, their energy suddenly revived. The bright sun glared at the earth with hot, harsh rays, but a soft breeze floated by, and along with the great lighting, everything seemed fine.

---

When all the CBers were standing on the dusty path, they began wandering over to a nearby construction site. But an odd noise stopped them.

"Wha-what's that ticking noise?" asks Mirax T.

"Hmm, a clock, maybe?" jokes Elvina

"No, I'm serious, it's not like a tick-tock, but more like a tick-tick." She looks back and realizes Jarvis is still on the vehicle. 

"OH MY GIGBYTES!" he suddenly yells. "There's a bomb in here!"

"WHAAAAAT?" screams Emerald, who has already hopped out. "GET AWAY FROM IT JARVIS!!"

"But I can try to disable it!"

"But you don't know how!" Emerald begins frantically hopping towards it, with the other CBers quickly following.

"The ticking is getting louder!" says Aquina.

"It's gonna blow up the bus!" shouts Shadow Dragon.

"JARVIS!!!" squeaks Emerald.

Suddenly, the ticking stops.

Phantom N. looks around at it. "Maybe he disabled--"

KABOOOOM!!!!

"NOOO!!!!!" screams Emerald, racing towards the bus as in erupts into angry flames.

The other CBers fall back, un hurt, but Poetic Panda lunges forward to catch the bunny before she enters the deadly explosion.

As the others regain their balance, they watch in horror as the purple bus disintigrates into a pile of black ashes. Then, several pieces of high-tech metal fall from the sky, being blown up then coming back down. 

"I'm just glad Ultron wasn't here," whispers Emerald, being cradled in a pair of arms.

"There is a murdurer here," announced the driver. "And this is very bad. That bus was our only transportation between dimenions. Without, we cannot leave." 

uh yes. I forgot to do that rip thing.

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R.I.P. Jarvis--rest in pieces 

Ack! Guys I'm so sorry I haven't posted my packing list- I've been so busy!

Here's what I brought-

My iPhone 5s, with both the Night Visions and the Smoke and Mirrors Imagine Dragons albums, the Netflix app so I can watch Sherlock, Merlin and Pokemon, and the Pinterest app, and also the Pandora app, and also the Wattpad app

My Yarn Drum with lots of cotton yarn and my Harry Potter wand crochet hooks

My favorite earbuds that have a Pokeball on the part that you put in your ear

My polka dotted notebook that NO ONE IS ALLOWED TO READ (it's full of story ideas. What? You didn't read that.)

The Artemis fowl, Alex Rider, Harry Potter, Heroes of Olympus, Percy Jackson, Septimus Heap, and Lorien Legacies series.

If it's not too late, could you add in my CAPTCHA, Misty, and my AE, Number Six? All three of us are girls. I'm so sorry, I've just been so busy this week. Thanks so much! 

I'm sorry, but I'm gonna have to skip another day of posting. I'm using my time writing for something else . . .

I'm sorry, but I'm gonna have to skip another day of posting. I'm using my time writing for something else . . .

Day 3 ~ As the CBers stood there, awestruck at the the disaster, the park manager cleared their throat and repeats their words. "This is is no accident. There's a murderer here."

"But who?" asked Shadow Dragon.

"Iwou," mumbled Minca, flying around frantically.

"It's one of us," explained Owlgirl.

Suddenly, all the kids shoteach other surprised, scared looks.

"We have to figure out who did it!" exclaimed Emerald.

"Right," agreed Mirax T., "before someone else falls victim!"

Ehehehehe, thought a voice as its owner emerged unseen from the shadows. She knows, she knows what will happen next. I must stop her.

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All the CBers decided to temporarily forget about their lost and continue with the fun od the amusement park. The manager showed them where they'd be staying for the next couple of weeks. They all passed through a large, dusty construction site, filled with big, deep holes and yellow bulldozers scattered everywhere. There were many bumps and lumps in the ground, making it hard to walk properly.

"Watch your step," said the bus driver.

"What's this place gonna be, anyway?" asked Amber.

"Well, we haven't really decided on that, yet. But I want it to be big!"

"Oh wow!" gasped Mirax suddenly, staring up at a giant golden machine. "Isn't that the ultra-rare 400SP7846 truck?"

The park mananger  titled their head and raised a hand to cover their eyes from the glaring sun. "Why I guess so." They said it in a tone as if they had never seen it before; like it didn't belong there.

"Oh cool!" For a moment, Mirax didn't even know how she knew about it. But she was drawn to it for some reason. "I'll be right back! You can head on over there without me!"

She went off the trail and onto some even more rugged terrain as the other continued walking to the bounce house. 

But not all the others did.

The murderer took out a pocketknife. The killer grinned deviously and raced back to Mirax, with the others not noticing who had just left them. The murderer approached Mirax, knife hidden behind her back.

They talked for a few minutes about the special truck, when suddenly the killer unleashed its weapon, and puncturing her at the right point, Mirax couldn't even scream.

When she was just a heap on the dusty ground, the killer hopped into the special truck, which happened to have a giant shovel attached to the front, like a bulldozer. They pressed down on a few buttons, and the shovel began digging a very, very, very deep hole into the Earth. It then picked up Mirax's body and plopped her down in there, and covered all of it with the remaining dirt.

The murderer jumped back out and quickly repositioned itself amongest the CBers, and slipped the now-bloody pocketknife back where it belonged.

"Where's Mirax?" asked the park manager a few minutes later.

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R. I. D. Rest in dirt, Mirax T.

Note: I also changed the tense to past, because it feel more natural when Imm writing in theird person. Also, sorry if this is too gorey. I've watched lots of murder shows. 

Very nice! Are you The Novelist?

I died!!!! I liked the detail in my death, it was very dramatic. Great writing, PM. (Can I call you PM, until I find out who you are? I know it makes you sound like the Prime Minister.)