Chapter 12-P1

"You can't be serious," Marley said in disbelief. Kelly was sprawled out on her empty blue four-wheeler, clicking her tongue and adjusting her helmet around her head, "Yup, that's how they did it." Gabby was more surprised than Marley was, if that was even possible, her pale green eyes widened, "So you mean to tell me that's how these jocks with 50 averages ended up at an AP biology camp?" "They can be oddly resourceful once they put enough of their singular brain cells together," Bree chimed in, straddling her four-wheeler and leaning on top of the handlebars, her head slumped in boredom and blue eyes half-lidded with fatigue. "But how...how were they not caught?" Marley asked, rubbing her forehead where it was starting to get uncomfortable from the fabric burn of her black helmet. "Simple. They, well, let's be honest, they didn't think of anything, the group of smart kids forged some fake school IDs with the jock's name