This is somewhat different to all the other fics I've written...that's
because all my other fics date back to the seventh grade! So, they'll be
there for display until I happen to add another chapter or two. In the
meantime, enjoy this, er, cheerful fic!
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My name is Diamond.
I'm fourteen years old, female, with pale skin, brown eyes, and dark brown hair. I always wore black clothing because colors were painful for me to wear. They clashed with my personality. Just like my name clashes with my whole being. A diamond is beautiful, valuable, loved and desired by all. I fall under none of those descriptions. Instead of beautiful, I look similar to that of a sewer rat. My value would be less than a smidge of a celebrity's saliva on a half-eaten ice cream cone. Love. What is that, anyways? I never knew such a thing. Desire. I desired to slit the throats of those brainless idiots who gawked at me and laughed and called me a Goth, assuming that I was flaunting the genre of music I favored. Music was a mystery to me. To me it just sounded like a bunch of sounds put together to make some sort of gumbo. A gumbo that sometimes made people stagger around like idiots, waving their arms around. Not wanting to end up like them, I stayed well away from music.
I never show emotion. I didn't know how to cry, to laugh, to frown, to smile. There wasn't any need for it, anyways. I was a heartless, pathetic, depressing worm of a human being. And that's exactly what brought me here, to this damned place, Camp Green Lake.
~*~
"Miss Tyler, is it true that you attacked Joel Hunter in an alley?" The judge asked me.
"Yes." I said. He scratched his chin for the eighth time.
"Why did you do this?" he asked.
"He was calling me a bitch and a Goth as I was walking by, and when I failed to look at him, he touched me inappropriately and—"
"Are you aware that he is now in the hospital due to several injuries from your assault?" The judge interrupted.
"I could care less even if he died," I said. "He nearly raped me."
"Outrageous! My son wouldn't do anything like that!" A woman said, jumping to her feet.
"Please sit, Mrs. Hunter." The judge said. He turned to face me. "Miss Tyler, do you know where your parents are?"
"I don't know. Either dead or off screwing other people." I said.
"A simple 'no' would suffice. Anyways, there are vacancies at several juvenile camps in Texas, which can help mold your character. I am giving you a chance to improve your life. Since you have no parents or guardians, I shall sentence you to a year at one of these camps."
The judge slammed down his gravel.
~*~
I sat there in the bus, staring straight ahead. The guard was sitting right there and was looking uneasily at my gaze. It was his fault he chose to sit there. The fiery sun glared at me through the window, slowly frying my sun- deprived skin. I had to sit like that for another four hours until the bus came to a halt. I looked out the window for the first time since I boarded the bus and saw that the ground was covered in many craters. The guard beckoned me to follow him off the bus and I did...
...Only to find a sight that nearly made me wretch on the spot.
After being stuck with two males on a bus all day, I walk off and find that I have to spend a year with 30 plus males.
...Ugh.
~*~
"Mr. Patterson?" A secretary peeked into the office of the fifty-year-old judge.
"Yes, Sylvia, what is it?" He said, looking up.
"Well...it's a matter concerning where you sent Miss Tyler for one year..."
"Yes?"
"Camp Green Lake is a camp for BOYS."
~*~
I was led into a cabin with a messy desk with a fridge behind it. The room smelled of stale cigarette smoke and sunflower seeds. Behind the desk sat a man with sideburns and a cowboy hat.
"Let's see here...Tyler...D-Diamond Tyler?" The man said, bewildered.
"Yes." I said. He looked at me closely and then jumped to his feet.
"Holy crap, you're a girl!"
"Well, I was last time I checked." He mouthed wordlessly at me and then made for the door.
"Wait here." He said. He returned a few minutes later with a woman. She looked at me.
"What kind of idiot would send a girl to a guys' camp is what I wanna know." She said. She slowly paced in front of me. After a few moments, she sighed. "It's too late, anyways, so I guess she stays."
For the next half hour I was told how the camp runs and all the rules. Then I was given two sets of uniforms, and I nearly wretched for the second time. Orange. Happy, putrid orange. I hated it.
"We don't have any girls' tents, so you'll sleep in the Wreck Room. As for showers...we'll put a curtain around one of the stalls." The man, Mr. Sir said. "Perhaps you can go get acquainted with people."
"Right." I said. I walked into the Wreck Room and saw some boys chilling out. Gah, there was orange everywhere!
"Hey, kid, who are you?" A black boy with thick glasses said.
"Diamond Tyler." Everyone looked up. One guy with crazy hair got up and circled me, looking me over.
"If you're not a vulture, I suggest you stop that." I said.
"You're a girl." He said, eyeing her suspiciously.
"Yes, I know."
"What are you doing here?"
"Some judge sent me here because I put a guy in the hospital." I said. He shut up after that.
I looked down at my uniform and cursed whoever created orange.
"So, Diamond, what tent are you in?" The boy with the glasses said.
"They said I'd sleep in here." Several boys exchanged looks and grinned.
"I can tell you one thing straightforward: I have an STD. Don't even try." I said. Actually, I was a virgin, but these boys seemed really perverted.
"Slut." One muttered. I kicked him very hard.
"Say that again and I'll kill you." I hissed. He just slumped to the ground and made 'urk' sounds.
"Man, why'd ya do that to Squid?" A Mexican boy said, going over to Squid and trying to help him up.
"Whaddya think?" I went over to an empty couch, threw my stuff upon it, and then fell face first onto the couch.
"I want out, and I want out now."
~*~
The next day, I woke up and looked at my watch. 4:28, man, I'm going back to sleep. Two minutes later, I heard a horn and then,
"C'MON YOU GIRL SCOUTS! GET ON OUT HERE!"
"Crap!" I yelled, falling off the couch. A few minutes later I emerged from the Wreck Room muttering about damn horns.
"Get yer shovel and get on out there!" I grabbed a random shovel out of the shack marked "Library" and started to walk where everyone else was, but a hand grabbed my shovel and started to pull it away, but I kept an iron grip. I looked up to see the guy with the glasses.
"Get your own."
"That is my own."
"Sorry, I don't see 'Belongs to an ugly face that even a mother couldn't love' written anywhere on this shovel." I said. He glowered at me as I walked away. Damn spoiled kid.
~*~
Oh god, my arms and back were hurting already and it wasn't even noon yet. I looked around me, and saw that other boys were two times deeper than I was. All of a sudden, a shovelful of dirt made contact with the back of my head. I turned around and saw that spoiled brat smirking at me.
"You're dead." I said in a low voice and got out of my hole. I charged at him so fast that he didn't even have time to think, and before he knew it, he was pinned to the ground and I was pummeling him to death. Like second nature, all the others surrounded us, yelling.
"Dude, this is awesome!"
"Get her, X!"
"Man, what are you saying? X is gettin' killed!"
All of a sudden, a huge force knocked me off of him and into a nearby hole. There were several cheers and hollers.
"Clear out, clear out, now!" A voice ordered. The others groaned and returned to their holes. A face appeared over the top of the hole, and I saw a large black boy glaring at me.
"Man, what the hell is wrong wit'chu?" He growled. I spit out some dirt and looked up at him.
"You won't even begin to comprehend what's wrong with me." I said. He looked sorta freaked out and backed away. Another face loomed above me.
"Diamond Tyler, is it?" He asked curtly, and I nodded slowly. "I'm Dr. Pendanski. Now get out and come with me." I climbed out and followed him. He took the brat by the arm and then led us to a neat looking cabin under the shade of two magnificent oak trees. He knocked on the door. The Warden came to the door and looked eagerly at us. Her expression faltered, however, when she saw the boy's face, which I had paid special attention to in my hitting. She then looked at me and then to Mr. Pendanski.
"What happened here?" She asked.
"Rex and Diamond had a fight." Mr. Pendanski said.
"Really." She looked at me and then Rex. "Diamond. Come in here with me. You, go get X-ray some ice for his face." She then pulled me inside and then slammed the door in Pendanski's face before he could even protest. "Sit, please." I sat in the nearest chair.
"Diamond, I am aware of why you were sent here. And I can tell you that if you keep up what you're doing, your face ain't gonna be pretty anymore." I snorted in amusement. Whatever. This woman was blind. I was uglier as the backside of a hog. She got up in my face.
"Don't even TRY to deride me. You may be a girl, but that does not mean I'm going easy on you. I expect you to dig a hole like everyone else and KEEP YOUR HANDS TO YOURSELF. If anyone gives you trouble, go to one of the counselors. You may leave." I got up and hastily left. People were getting on my nerves! I needed a smoke.
I reached into my pocket and brought out a plain black box. I had told Mr. Sir that it had "girl stuff" in it, so he let me keep it. I took out a match and cigarette and lit the match.
"Hey." A voice said. I whirled around and saw the crazy haired guy that had questioned me. He was looking at my match with a weird look in his eyes. I looked at it too and realized that it would go out soon so I lit my cigarette and took a puff. He watched my every movement.
"Got something to say or what?" I said, annoyed that he was staring.
"Got another one?" He said. I rolled my eyes but tossed him the matchbox and a cigarette. He struck the match and stared at it for a whole five seconds.
"Light it already." I said. He did, and then looked at me.
"What do I do?" He asked.
"Uh...puff it?" I said, stating the obvious. He did that and then started coughing violently. I laughed. It felt strange coming from me. "Nice." I took another puff as he watched me again. "What?"
"Why'd you beat up X-ray?" He asked.
"He's a brat."
"How old are you?"
"Fifteen."
"WHAT?!" He nearly dropped his cigarette. "You're only fifteen and smoking?"
"Yes," I said defiantly. "How old are you, then?"
"Almost eighteen." He replied. There was a pause in the conversation. I took the chance to walk away, but he stopped me. "Don't go."
"Why?" I asked, growing impatient. He shrugged a bit. I rolled my eyes and turned to go.
"We could be friends?" He asked timidly as if I would stab him.
"Sorry, I've never had any friends." I said. And so I left.
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That's it for now folks! Tune in next time for...another chapter! And...uh...inthemeantimeREVIEW! *grins*
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My name is Diamond.
I'm fourteen years old, female, with pale skin, brown eyes, and dark brown hair. I always wore black clothing because colors were painful for me to wear. They clashed with my personality. Just like my name clashes with my whole being. A diamond is beautiful, valuable, loved and desired by all. I fall under none of those descriptions. Instead of beautiful, I look similar to that of a sewer rat. My value would be less than a smidge of a celebrity's saliva on a half-eaten ice cream cone. Love. What is that, anyways? I never knew such a thing. Desire. I desired to slit the throats of those brainless idiots who gawked at me and laughed and called me a Goth, assuming that I was flaunting the genre of music I favored. Music was a mystery to me. To me it just sounded like a bunch of sounds put together to make some sort of gumbo. A gumbo that sometimes made people stagger around like idiots, waving their arms around. Not wanting to end up like them, I stayed well away from music.
I never show emotion. I didn't know how to cry, to laugh, to frown, to smile. There wasn't any need for it, anyways. I was a heartless, pathetic, depressing worm of a human being. And that's exactly what brought me here, to this damned place, Camp Green Lake.
~*~
"Miss Tyler, is it true that you attacked Joel Hunter in an alley?" The judge asked me.
"Yes." I said. He scratched his chin for the eighth time.
"Why did you do this?" he asked.
"He was calling me a bitch and a Goth as I was walking by, and when I failed to look at him, he touched me inappropriately and—"
"Are you aware that he is now in the hospital due to several injuries from your assault?" The judge interrupted.
"I could care less even if he died," I said. "He nearly raped me."
"Outrageous! My son wouldn't do anything like that!" A woman said, jumping to her feet.
"Please sit, Mrs. Hunter." The judge said. He turned to face me. "Miss Tyler, do you know where your parents are?"
"I don't know. Either dead or off screwing other people." I said.
"A simple 'no' would suffice. Anyways, there are vacancies at several juvenile camps in Texas, which can help mold your character. I am giving you a chance to improve your life. Since you have no parents or guardians, I shall sentence you to a year at one of these camps."
The judge slammed down his gravel.
~*~
I sat there in the bus, staring straight ahead. The guard was sitting right there and was looking uneasily at my gaze. It was his fault he chose to sit there. The fiery sun glared at me through the window, slowly frying my sun- deprived skin. I had to sit like that for another four hours until the bus came to a halt. I looked out the window for the first time since I boarded the bus and saw that the ground was covered in many craters. The guard beckoned me to follow him off the bus and I did...
...Only to find a sight that nearly made me wretch on the spot.
After being stuck with two males on a bus all day, I walk off and find that I have to spend a year with 30 plus males.
...Ugh.
~*~
"Mr. Patterson?" A secretary peeked into the office of the fifty-year-old judge.
"Yes, Sylvia, what is it?" He said, looking up.
"Well...it's a matter concerning where you sent Miss Tyler for one year..."
"Yes?"
"Camp Green Lake is a camp for BOYS."
~*~
I was led into a cabin with a messy desk with a fridge behind it. The room smelled of stale cigarette smoke and sunflower seeds. Behind the desk sat a man with sideburns and a cowboy hat.
"Let's see here...Tyler...D-Diamond Tyler?" The man said, bewildered.
"Yes." I said. He looked at me closely and then jumped to his feet.
"Holy crap, you're a girl!"
"Well, I was last time I checked." He mouthed wordlessly at me and then made for the door.
"Wait here." He said. He returned a few minutes later with a woman. She looked at me.
"What kind of idiot would send a girl to a guys' camp is what I wanna know." She said. She slowly paced in front of me. After a few moments, she sighed. "It's too late, anyways, so I guess she stays."
For the next half hour I was told how the camp runs and all the rules. Then I was given two sets of uniforms, and I nearly wretched for the second time. Orange. Happy, putrid orange. I hated it.
"We don't have any girls' tents, so you'll sleep in the Wreck Room. As for showers...we'll put a curtain around one of the stalls." The man, Mr. Sir said. "Perhaps you can go get acquainted with people."
"Right." I said. I walked into the Wreck Room and saw some boys chilling out. Gah, there was orange everywhere!
"Hey, kid, who are you?" A black boy with thick glasses said.
"Diamond Tyler." Everyone looked up. One guy with crazy hair got up and circled me, looking me over.
"If you're not a vulture, I suggest you stop that." I said.
"You're a girl." He said, eyeing her suspiciously.
"Yes, I know."
"What are you doing here?"
"Some judge sent me here because I put a guy in the hospital." I said. He shut up after that.
I looked down at my uniform and cursed whoever created orange.
"So, Diamond, what tent are you in?" The boy with the glasses said.
"They said I'd sleep in here." Several boys exchanged looks and grinned.
"I can tell you one thing straightforward: I have an STD. Don't even try." I said. Actually, I was a virgin, but these boys seemed really perverted.
"Slut." One muttered. I kicked him very hard.
"Say that again and I'll kill you." I hissed. He just slumped to the ground and made 'urk' sounds.
"Man, why'd ya do that to Squid?" A Mexican boy said, going over to Squid and trying to help him up.
"Whaddya think?" I went over to an empty couch, threw my stuff upon it, and then fell face first onto the couch.
"I want out, and I want out now."
~*~
The next day, I woke up and looked at my watch. 4:28, man, I'm going back to sleep. Two minutes later, I heard a horn and then,
"C'MON YOU GIRL SCOUTS! GET ON OUT HERE!"
"Crap!" I yelled, falling off the couch. A few minutes later I emerged from the Wreck Room muttering about damn horns.
"Get yer shovel and get on out there!" I grabbed a random shovel out of the shack marked "Library" and started to walk where everyone else was, but a hand grabbed my shovel and started to pull it away, but I kept an iron grip. I looked up to see the guy with the glasses.
"Get your own."
"That is my own."
"Sorry, I don't see 'Belongs to an ugly face that even a mother couldn't love' written anywhere on this shovel." I said. He glowered at me as I walked away. Damn spoiled kid.
~*~
Oh god, my arms and back were hurting already and it wasn't even noon yet. I looked around me, and saw that other boys were two times deeper than I was. All of a sudden, a shovelful of dirt made contact with the back of my head. I turned around and saw that spoiled brat smirking at me.
"You're dead." I said in a low voice and got out of my hole. I charged at him so fast that he didn't even have time to think, and before he knew it, he was pinned to the ground and I was pummeling him to death. Like second nature, all the others surrounded us, yelling.
"Dude, this is awesome!"
"Get her, X!"
"Man, what are you saying? X is gettin' killed!"
All of a sudden, a huge force knocked me off of him and into a nearby hole. There were several cheers and hollers.
"Clear out, clear out, now!" A voice ordered. The others groaned and returned to their holes. A face appeared over the top of the hole, and I saw a large black boy glaring at me.
"Man, what the hell is wrong wit'chu?" He growled. I spit out some dirt and looked up at him.
"You won't even begin to comprehend what's wrong with me." I said. He looked sorta freaked out and backed away. Another face loomed above me.
"Diamond Tyler, is it?" He asked curtly, and I nodded slowly. "I'm Dr. Pendanski. Now get out and come with me." I climbed out and followed him. He took the brat by the arm and then led us to a neat looking cabin under the shade of two magnificent oak trees. He knocked on the door. The Warden came to the door and looked eagerly at us. Her expression faltered, however, when she saw the boy's face, which I had paid special attention to in my hitting. She then looked at me and then to Mr. Pendanski.
"What happened here?" She asked.
"Rex and Diamond had a fight." Mr. Pendanski said.
"Really." She looked at me and then Rex. "Diamond. Come in here with me. You, go get X-ray some ice for his face." She then pulled me inside and then slammed the door in Pendanski's face before he could even protest. "Sit, please." I sat in the nearest chair.
"Diamond, I am aware of why you were sent here. And I can tell you that if you keep up what you're doing, your face ain't gonna be pretty anymore." I snorted in amusement. Whatever. This woman was blind. I was uglier as the backside of a hog. She got up in my face.
"Don't even TRY to deride me. You may be a girl, but that does not mean I'm going easy on you. I expect you to dig a hole like everyone else and KEEP YOUR HANDS TO YOURSELF. If anyone gives you trouble, go to one of the counselors. You may leave." I got up and hastily left. People were getting on my nerves! I needed a smoke.
I reached into my pocket and brought out a plain black box. I had told Mr. Sir that it had "girl stuff" in it, so he let me keep it. I took out a match and cigarette and lit the match.
"Hey." A voice said. I whirled around and saw the crazy haired guy that had questioned me. He was looking at my match with a weird look in his eyes. I looked at it too and realized that it would go out soon so I lit my cigarette and took a puff. He watched my every movement.
"Got something to say or what?" I said, annoyed that he was staring.
"Got another one?" He said. I rolled my eyes but tossed him the matchbox and a cigarette. He struck the match and stared at it for a whole five seconds.
"Light it already." I said. He did, and then looked at me.
"What do I do?" He asked.
"Uh...puff it?" I said, stating the obvious. He did that and then started coughing violently. I laughed. It felt strange coming from me. "Nice." I took another puff as he watched me again. "What?"
"Why'd you beat up X-ray?" He asked.
"He's a brat."
"How old are you?"
"Fifteen."
"WHAT?!" He nearly dropped his cigarette. "You're only fifteen and smoking?"
"Yes," I said defiantly. "How old are you, then?"
"Almost eighteen." He replied. There was a pause in the conversation. I took the chance to walk away, but he stopped me. "Don't go."
"Why?" I asked, growing impatient. He shrugged a bit. I rolled my eyes and turned to go.
"We could be friends?" He asked timidly as if I would stab him.
"Sorry, I've never had any friends." I said. And so I left.
~*~
That's it for now folks! Tune in next time for...another chapter! And...uh...inthemeantimeREVIEW! *grins*