This is a story I'm in cahoots with tricksk8er for. We're both really big fans of Holes and Percy Jackson and the Olympians and I think this story can do great things for the both of us. Go read her stories! She has 66! Peace for now and READ THIS STORY!
~Dani
*DISCLAIMER* I do not own any characters except Stoll, Threat (shared with tricksk8er), Martini (shared with tricksk8er), Coke, Neon, Glass, and Fuse.
The River Runs Dry
Camp Green Lake for Troubled Girls sucked. There were no boys! None! It sucked! There was Camp Green Lake for Troubled Boys one hundred miles away, though. If only…if only…
Hi, I'm Danyella Weston but my nickname at CGL is Fuse. I'm leader of D tent, the 2nd toughest tent in camp. I'm just about there to getting it to the toughest tent. The B tent girls are scared straight of me. My best friends and tent mates, Kristin "Stoll" Forelock, Thalia "Threat" Hathaway, Darcy "Martini" Billion, Othena "Coke" André, Pamela "Neon" Harding, and Jenna "Glass" Jelinsky, aren't very scary. They are mean as hell but they're not intently threatening, like me. And Glass has an obsession with this kid singing on YouTube, kidrauhl (Justin Bieber, as he's known as), so she gets made fun of for that. And her appearance isn't scary either. Even in the heat and humidity of a desert in Texas, her blonde hair is always perfectly curly like a girl from a Seventeen magazine. She's short, too, like Threat and Coke. Both Threat and Coke are short, have messy brown hair, and like the band of Green Day. Everyone in D tent loves Green Day. We own the only CD in camp and it is Green Day. Speaking of 'green', Neon got her nickname from the neon green streaks in her straight black hair. Neon's tall, like the rest of D tent, and was gothic and an alcoholic before she came here. Martini was sent to CGL due to drinking, thus her nickname. Her hair is dirty blonde, like mine and Stoll's, and her eyes are green-grey. Mine and Stoll's eyes are blue. We're almost like identical twins, but I'm taller and slimmer. We just finished digging and were in the Wreck Room when our counselor, Ms. Kelly, ran in.
"Gather your things," she said. "Warden just had a heart attack and is being driven to the nearest hospital in Mexico. You guys are being sent to the other Camp Green Lake, the one for boys. The regulations are exactly the same so no need to fret. You are being bussed there immediately."
My eyes got wide. "Yes!"
Every other girl in the Wreck Room cheered and clapped.
"Hey honeys, hey honeys, listen up! There's this guy at that camp and he is mine. No me gusta!"
I said that. Yeah, I knew some of the guys there. Me and the D tent there (my tent mates dropped out) were forced to be pen pals. They had to send us their pictures and I had to send them mine. It was fucking creepy but there was this one guy, Zigzag, that really stood out. He was just like me in every single way. He suffered from the same conditions I suffered from (acute paranoia, ADD, ADHD, and dyslexia) and we looked alike, too. I spoke Spanish at the end because I like the Spanish language. Threat had a really big crush on another guy, Squid. She kept his picture in the pocket of her orange jumpsuit.
"Come on, girls, let's go!" Ms. Kelly yelled. All of us cheered and ran for the door to get on the bus and meet some boys!