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Title<\/b>: Summer Camp<\/span><\/p>\n Author:\u00a0<\/b>Sibyl Moon<\/p>\n Fandom<\/b>: Teen Wolf & 911<\/span><\/p>\n Relationship<\/b>: Stiles Stilinski & Evan Buckley Friendship<\/span><\/p>\n Warnings\/Rating<\/b>:\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Word Count: <\/b>4003<\/p>\n Summary<\/b>: Stiles and Evan meet at summer camp when they were seven and nine.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n July 2001<\/span><\/p>\n Ages 8 & 10<\/span><\/p>\n Evan clutched his backpack as he walked down the aisle of the bus. Quickly finding a seat, he slid close to the window to press his face to the glass. He was in California. Northern California and not anywhere near the beaches, but still\u2014California.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Evan could hardly believe his plan had worked. He\u2019d ordered the brochure for the summer camp, and when the materials had arrived, he\u2019d spent days wishing for this outcome as hard as he knew how. Now here he was.<\/span><\/p>\n Maddie had protested, of course. She was the only one that was going to miss him, though. Evan was only nine, but he wasn\u2019t stupid, and he knew his parents didn\u2019t want him around any more than he had to be. He tried to be what they wanted, but he wasn\u2019t very good at being quiet and a <\/span>proper young gentleman<\/span><\/i>.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cHi, can I sit with you? You look nice,\u201d One of the younger kids stood beside the bench seat, bouncing from foot to foot, looking at Evan with wide brown eyes. \u201cMama said I have to ask before entering someone\u2019s personal bubble,\u201d The boy said the words in a way that indicated he was repeating back something he\u2019d heard often.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cI guess, sure,\u201d Evan moved his backpack over to make room for the younger boy and watched as he scrambled onto the seat. \u201cIs that Lord of the Rings?\u201d He pointed at the backpack, a little jealous.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cYeah! Mama said I can\u2019t see the movie until I\u2019m older, but we read The Hobbit together last month, and it was so cool,\u201d He paused, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth and chewing on it. \u201cWell, until the end, I cried lots when everyone died. So much of the company died, and Bilbo was left all alone! But Mama said that sometimes good stories hurt a lot.\u201d He frowned, sounding like he wanted to disagree with her, but didn\u2019t dare.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Evan got that; he felt the same about Maddie all the time. \u201cThat sucks. I don\u2019t like sad things.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cShe let me write a new ending, though; we typed it up on Dad\u2019s computer and printed it out and stuck it in the back of the book so we can read it instead next time,\u201d He said, opening his backpack and pulling out two granola bars. He glanced around. \u201cYou\u2019re not \u2018llergic, are you?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cTo what?\u201d Evan deciphered, allergic after a moment, finding himself both charmed and overwhelmed by the skinny kid who didn\u2019t stop moving or talking.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cAnything, Mama said I have to ask if anyone was\u2014\u201d He paused and chewed on his lip again. \u201cA-llergic to these before I offered them.\u201d He held up two slightly crushed chocolate chip granola bars. \u201cThese aren\u2019t the peanut butter chocolate ones\u2014which are the best\u2014because of being allergic.\u201d He smiled, obviously proud of getting the word correct.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m not. Allergic to anything, that is,\u201d Evan said, smiling at him. He took the granola bar and unwrapped it.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n He watched the kid dig out two juice pouches and a gallon storage bag. Evan took the juice pouch when it was offered and passed over the wrapper to be stuffed into the bag.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cGood, Dad said I wasn\u2019t \u2018llowed to kill the other kids,\u201d He said, frowning. \u201cMama laughed, but I\u2019m pretty sure Dad wasn\u2019t joking. I didn\u2019t mean to almost kill my class during our field trip. I think Mrs. Miller \u2018xaggerated anyway. The wolves looked sad in their cage at the zoo. They deserved to get out. They deserved their freedom!\u201d He raised his fist in the air, forgetting the granola bar. It broke apart, falling into his lap and the seat. \u201cOops.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Evan chuckled, helping pick up the pieces before they could fall on the floor.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cDid you really let the wolves out? Weren\u2019t they locked up\u2014like a lot?\u201d He handed over the pieces of granola he\u2019d gathered and leaned back against the window, sucking on his juice.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cI did!\u201d The kid insisted before shoving the remaining granola bits in his mouth and washing it down with his drink. He swallowed quickly, and Evan was a little surprised he didn\u2019t choke. \u201cNobody really believes that I can be quiet and focus\u2014it\u2019s hard, but I did it. Then I wished super hard for the lock to be easy to pick. And it was!\u201d He nodded enthusiastically before leaning forward warily. \u201cYou can\u2019t tell anyone about that.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cThat you picked a lock? I won\u2019t; how do you know how to do that anyway?\u201d Evan frowned at him, wondering if he was being told a big lie. It didn\u2019t <\/span>feel <\/span><\/i>like one, and Evan was pretty good about knowing when he was being lied to, even if he didn\u2019t know what the lie was.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cMy dad is a deputy,\u201d He said, puffing his chest out. \u201cSometimes I get to go to work with him. The other deputies sometimes show me cool stuff when I get bored,\u201d He grinned at Evan. \u201cBut that wasn\u2019t what I mean\u2014but please don\u2019t tell anyone that either\u2014I mean about the wishing. Nobody but Mama believes me about it, but she says I\u2019m not suppose to tell anyone.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cWishing?\u201d Evan frowned; sitting up, he finished his juice and put it in the bag.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cSometimes\u2014\u201d He looked around, the bus was filling up, but nobody was paying attention to them. Other kids were calling out to old friends or finding their own seats. The kid leaned forward and lowered his voice. \u201cSometimes, when I wish for something super hard and believe really really strong that it will happen\u2014it comes true.\u201d He nodded rapidly, eyes wide. \u201cMama said its a <\/span>big secret<\/span><\/i>, but you\u2019re going to be my best friend\u2014I can tell\u2014so you should know.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cOh,\u201d Evan swallowed. He felt something warm take root just under his ribs. He\u2019d had friends\u2014of a sort\u2014in school, and of course, there was Maddie, but he\u2019d never had a <\/span>best<\/span><\/i> friend before. Even if this kid was younger than him and a little odd. Evan liked him\u2014he liked him a lot. \u201cI\u2019m Evan Buckley.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m Mischief Stilinski, that\u2019s what Dad says because Mama says \u2018Mitch\u2019 is silly name,\u201d Mischief declared.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cYour parents named you Mischief?\u201d Evan couldn\u2019t stop himself from sounding doubtful. He had a classmate named Dot back home, but Mischief seemed a bit out there.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cWell\u2014no, but no one can say my real name except Mama, so we picked one that was just as good for now. Plus, Mama said she\u2019ll die before I use the other name Dad suggested\u2014grandpa\u2019s nickname,\u201d Mischief said, grinning. \u201cMama said it just like that too. <\/span>Your father is a piece of shit, and no son of mine will be carrying any part of him around so long as I draw breath, you hear me, John.<\/span><\/i>\u201d Mischief repeated his mom\u2019s words in a hushed voice, glancing around after he used the swear to make sure they weren\u2019t overheard.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cWhat\u2019s your real name?\u201d Evan said before he could stop himself, his curiosity sparking as it always did.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cMieczys\u0142aw,\u201d Mischief said, his little face screwed up in concentration.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cWow!\u201d Evan stared at him. \u201cThat\u2019s a cool name. You gotta teach me to say it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cReally?\u201d He tilted his head and narrowed his eyes at Evan as if judging his sincerity.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cTotally,\u201d Evan said, nodding his head vigorously. \u201cPlease.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cOkay, but it took me a long time and Mama had to help me,\u201d Mischief said doubtfully.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cOkay Campers, listen-up!\u201d The sing-song shout echoed through the bus. They glanced toward the front of the bus, where two adults stood in jeans and t-shirts with the camp logo printed on them.<\/span><\/p>\n Mischief shoved his empty juice pouch into the storage bag. Evan helped him close it, and they shoved it into Mischief\u2019s backpack. Mischief smiled at him in thanks and zipped his bag closed before they turned their attention to the front of the bus.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cFor those of you new to Questing Pines, my name is Candace and this here is my partner and co-counsilor Patrick,\u201d Candace said, her smile bright on a freckled face. Her bright red hair was pulled up into a ponytail that swung as she looked around the bus.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cHey-oh Campers! I see some familiar faces and lots of new people as well,\u201d Patrick grinned, his teeth a brilliant flash of white as he waved his hands at them. \u201cWe\u2019re excited to have you all with us this year. We\u2019ll be on our way in just a few minutes and it will take us about an hour to reach the camp.\u201d He towered over Candace by about a foot and hunched so he didn\u2019t hit his head on the roof of the bus.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cDo you think we\u2019ll be in the same cabin?\u201d Mischief turned to Evan, leaning closer to be heard and grinning widely. \u201cI read all the stuff Mama got about the camp\u2014I can\u2019t wait to try the zipline.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cDid they sign the permission slip?\u201d Evan tilted his head, staring at Mischief. Evan hadn\u2019t thought he was old enough for that activity. \u201cHow old are you?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m eight,\u201d Mischief said, sticking his chin up like he was waiting for Evan to argue with him.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m ten. My birthday was a couple of weeks ago. I bet we can be in the same group if we ask,\u201d Evan said, smiling. He tried to remember what the brochures said about the age groupings. \u201cWe can zipline together. I want to canoe, but I\u2019ve never been in a boat before.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cMe neither, we can learn it together,\u201d Mischief giggled. \u201cI want to go \u2018xploring in the woods. We have some back home, but Dad won\u2019t let me go alone and Mama won\u2019t let me go off the trails until the wolves say its okay.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cThere aren\u2019t any wolves in California,\u201d Evan said, frowning. At least he was pretty sure there weren\u2019t. He\u2019d looked up all sorts of facts about the state when his parents had agreed to let him come to camp.<\/span><\/p>\n The bus began to rumble, startling them both since they\u2019d stopped paying attention to the camp counselors. When they glanced up, they saw that Candace and Patrick were in the front seats facing toward the back of the bus.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cLet\u2019s start our trip with an old favorite; what do you say, Pat?\u201d Candace said. She leaned towards him, putting her head on his shoulder and grinning at him.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cI think that\u2019s a great idea, Candy,\u201d Patrick grinned a little tighter than before. He moved away from her as he began to clap his hands in time and started chanting the camp song’s first line.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cUh-oh,\u201d Evan muttered, his gaze bouncing back and forth between the two councilors.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cWhat?\u201d Mischief tugged on his arm and tried to look where he was looking. \u201cI don\u2019t see anything.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cCandace and Patrick,\u201d Evan said, grimacing. \u201cI don\u2019t think they like each other very much.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cReally?\u201d Mischief frowned and studied the teens. \u201cCandace keeps making giggly eyes at Patrick and he looks\u2014\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cAnnoyed. I hope there will be other councilors as soon as we get to camp,\u201d Evan said. He smiled tightly when Candace frowned in their direction and clapped his hands. He\u2019d learned how to keep up appearances years ago; a teenage counselor at summer camp had nothing on his mother.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cThere should be, that\u2019s when we get our cabin groups.\u201d Mischief closed his eyes. \u201cThere are junior and senior councilors for ever cabin. Plus the grown-ups in charge of the camp. Dad did a background check on them all, so you don\u2019t have to worry about them be criminals.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cI wasn\u2019t until just now,\u201d Evan said, looking at Mischief.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cWell, don\u2019t\u2014Dad is the best deputy ever,\u201d Mischief said.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cHey, Mysk\u2014uh\u2014Mr. Stilinski,\u201d Patrick said, kneeling in the aisle next to them. \u201cYour Mom told us you\u2019d had your medication before you got on the bus, but we wanted to make sure you were doing okay.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cYou can just call me Mischief, no one can say my name,\u201d Mischief sighed, his face flushing pink. \u201cAnd I\u2019m fine.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cWell, it’s time for everyone to be singing and doing togetherness activities while we head into camp, so try and focus on us up front, okay?\u201d Patrick smiled overly brightly at the boys, his dark brown eyes wide as he gestured widely at the front and nodded at them<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cI have ADHD,\u201d Mischief said, straightening up and glaring at the teen. \u201cI\u2019m not stupid.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cOf course not. Nobody said you were.\u201d Patrick replied, still nodding as he kept grinning, although the corners of his mouth seemed to be pulling in, and Evan recognized annoyance flitting across his expression. \u201cJust focus like everyone else is, please.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Evan glanced around and was about to tell Patrick that he should be talking to the girls a couple of seats over who were painting their nails if he was going to get so picky about focusing.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cEverything okay back here Patrick?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n An older woman appeared behind him. She wasn\u2019t much taller than the top of the seats and looked as old and wrinkled as a raisin. Evan stared at her in amazement; he\u2019d never seen anyone as old as her before.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cEverything is great, Mrs. Berry; just having a talk with Mr. Stilinski about focusing on our togetherness singalong.\u201d Patrick laughed; he reached over to ruffled Mischief\u2019s hair, only for him to duck away.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cPersonal bubble, dude,\u201d Mischief said, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring at Patrick, even as the bus turned a corner and everyone slid along their seats.<\/span><\/p>\n Evan wrapped a hand around Mischief\u2019s arm to keep him from falling off the seat and watched Patrick grip the seat to keep from falling. The singing around them continued with only a few hitches of laughter as kids slid around their seats.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Mrs. Berry leaned on what looked like a gnarled old walking stick and didn\u2019t budge an inch. She nodded at Evan when he gave her a tentative smile.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cI believe that young Mischief here is making a new friend and isn\u2019t that what Questing Pines is about? New friends and new adventures? Surely you haven\u2019t forgotten that Patrick, now that you\u2019re about to leave us and head off to the great beyond.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cI haven\u2019t forgotten and I’ll be back,\u201d Patrick said, his smile dimming. \u201cI\u2019m just going to college\u2014for teaching kids like Mr. Stilinski, if you remember. So I have some understanding and knowledge about these issues when it comes to kids like Mr. Stilinski\u2014\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cOh, Patrick,\u201d Mrs. Berry said, shaking her head. \u201cMischief is a child like any other that comes to our camp, and he\u2019ll not be treated differently\u2014or however you intend to treat him. If this is how you intend to continue your summer, perhaps we should discuss a few things when we get to camp.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cMrs. Berry?\u201d Patrick\u2019s dark eyes went wide with shock.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cLet\u2019s get you back up front. I think Candy could use some help with the next round of singing,\u201d Mrs. Berry said, smiling gently at him. She tapped him on the leg and sent him off to the front of the bus.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cIs he going to call me Mr. Stilinski all summer?\u201d Mischief frowned after Patrick before sharing a glance with Evan.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cNo, I\u2019ll make sure that Patrick knows that you\u2019re to be called Mischief,\u201d She smiled at the two of them. \u201cI was thrilled to see the two of you on the list this year.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cReally?\u201d Evan raised his brow, wondering how she even knew about him.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s been years since we\u2019ve had a MacGill come down our path. Usually your family keeps to the other coast,\u201d She smiled softly at him. \u201cI believe it\u2019s been a couple of decades at least since we\u2019ve hosted your family and more since we\u2019ve hosted any with <\/span>talent<\/span><\/i>. Your parents were wise to send you to me,\u201d She murmured, glancing at the laughing and singing around them. \u201cBoth of your families were wise. We\u2019ll talk more when we get to camp. I\u2019ll make sure your cabin leaders know to send you to my office right away.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Evan shared a glance with Mischief before nodding at the old lady. When she turned away, they leaned over to watch her walk up the aisle. She paused at a few seats and talked with a couple of kids, but they couldn\u2019t hear what she said over the noise of the bus and other campers.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cI think I like her,\u201d Mischief said when they sat back in the seat, both of them still ignoring the singalong\u2014a round of row your boat at the moment. \u201cShe made that guy go away anyway. I don\u2019t like him. Mama said that camp was supposed to be different than school.\u201d Mischief frowned down at his hands.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cAre you okay?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cI have ADHD, that\u2019s what Mama says and she says I shouldn\u2019t be \u2018shamed of it,\u201d He started chewing on his lip again as he heaved a shaky breath. \u201cKids at school think I\u2019m too weird\u2014they call me other names though. Scott says its not my fault that I\u2019m sick and that if I take my medicine I might be able to get closer to normal and then we can make friends with the others next year. I guess he would know about being sick since he\u2019s got asthma,\u201d he spoke the word slowly, his mouth twisting a little, \u201cI don\u2019t think it works like that and Mama says I\u2019m already perfect like I am.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cScott is your friend?\u201d Evan frowned. He thought Scott sounded like a jerk. Sure, Mischief was kind of talkative, but he was friendly and shared his snack with Evan <\/span>after<\/span><\/i> checking for allergies. \u201cHe doesn\u2019t sound very nice. I\u2019d listen to your Mom.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cYeah, Scott isn\u2019t <\/span>great<\/span><\/i>, but he\u2019s all I got and Dad said I should try harder to be a good friend,\u201d Mischief tugged at the seam of his shorts. \u201cMama said Dad doesn\u2019t always get it, but if I think Scott\u2019s worth it then I should stick it out.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cIf he makes you feel bad then you shouldn\u2019t be his friend,\u201d Evan said firmly. \u201cBecause he isn\u2019t yours.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cWe\u2019ve been friends since first grade,\u201d Mischief said, shrugging. \u201cKind of. I sat with him when he had to sit out on the playground, and the kids made fun of him. I pushed Steven down and got in trouble, but Scott became my friend. Only, he said he wasn\u2019t going to be my friend this summer. I didn\u2019t tell Mama that part. Scott said we might be able to be friends again in school next year, though.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Evan frowned but turned to the front of the bus, where Candy and Pat led everyone in another song. He looked around and noticed that they hadn\u2019t been the only ones that had chosen to talk instead of sing.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cWell, you don\u2019t have to be his friend next year if <\/span>you <\/span><\/i>don\u2019t want to,\u201d He finally said. \u201cI\u2019ll be friends during the summer and during school\u2014even if I\u2019m not in the same school or class as you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cScott\u2019s not in my class,\u201d Mischief said, hugging his backpack. \u201cHe\u2019s only going to be in second grade. I\u2019ll be in third, but we\u2019ll share a hallway and all our breaks again like we did when we first became friends.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Evan decided he didn\u2019t like Scott at all. Someone who decided he wouldn\u2019t be a friend for the summer because Mischief didn\u2019t act like Scott thought he should was a douche, as Maddie would say. Evan didn\u2019t know what that meant, but he figured it applied. Evan had dealt with that enough from his parents. He didn\u2019t want that from a <\/span>friend<\/span><\/i>.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cEvan, look!\u201d Mischief leaned into Evan\u2019s space, pointing wildly.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Evan turned his head and leaned back to avoid being hit. He looked out the window and saw a large metal gate with letters spelling out the camp\u2019s name in an arch over the top of it.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cWe\u2019re here,\u201d He said, looking around at the rest of the bus as cheers erupted. He wondered who would be in his cabin and if he\u2019d make any other friends besides Mischief over the summer.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Evan looked out the window, scooting back in the seat to let Mischief have a better look. He noticed there were a lot of trees around and only a little else. He\u2019d kind of known that from the brochures, but\u2014He chewed on his thumbnail\u2014it was a lot different seeing it in person. Evan didn\u2019t think he\u2019d ever been this far away from a city before.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cListen up, Campers,\u201d Patrick called out as they pulled through the opened gates, and the bus rolled to a stop. \u201cWe have arrived. In a few moments, the doors will open, and you will be sent to your cabins to put your belongings away.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cHe sure likes to sound important,\u201d Mischief said, grinning at Evan.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cWell, he is a senior councilor,\u201d Evan said, but he grinned back at his friend.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cHe\u2019s a senior dork,\u201d Mischief said, a dark expression flashing over his face. \u201cThinks he knows more about me than I do.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Evan didn\u2019t know what to say to that\u2014Mischief wasn\u2019t exactly wrong. He shrugged and bumped the other boy with his shoulder, grinning at him again.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cLet\u2019s stand with each other and try that wishing thing okay,\u201d Evan said, trying to distract him. \u201cSo we can be in the same cabin. I think you are old enough to be with the Squires.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cMama said that I wasn\u2019t going to be a Page,\u201d Mischief nodded, and he chewed on his lip. \u201cThe little kids are coming on another bus, I guess. Some of them are being dropped off at the camp by their parents. However, Dad couldn\u2019t take time off work, and Mama had an important appointment.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cYeah,\u201d Evan shrugged. \u201cMy parents couldn\u2019t come from Hershey, so I got to fly by myself.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Mischief opened his mouth when they both noticed that the other kids were getting up and heading down the aisle.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cYou gotta tell me about flying,\u201d Mischief said, tugging at Evan\u2019s arm before he grabbed his bag and eeled his way into the aisle, holding the others back so Evan could get out in front of him.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cSure. It wasn\u2019t that big a deal, though.\u201d Evan shrugged like he hadn\u2019t been practically buzzing with excitement the whole time.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cSure it wasn\u2019t,\u201d Mischief rolled his eyes and pushed him forward as the kids behind him started complaining. \u201cLet\u2019s go before <\/span>Patrick <\/span><\/i>decides I need a special cabin or something.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\nChapter One<\/span><\/h1>\n