"All rise for the members of the jury".

Everyone stood and I looked down nervously at my hands. They were shaking slightly and I realised to my immense disgust that I was scared. Of what, I wasn't exactly sure. Maybe it was the prospect of having to go to jail that was making me want to puke all over the dark wooden desk in front of me, but I doubted it. I reckoned I could handle jail just fine. No, I was pretty sure that the thing that was my making my hands shake and my spine prickle, were the five boys standing stiffly in front of the seats at the back of room with the green bandanas poking subtly out of the top of their suit pockets. I didn't know what they were expecting to get out of coming to the trial; it wasn't like they got any revenge for him by watching me get dragged away to jail. I considered briefly the idea that they were there simply to try and scare me, in which case whoever came up with the idea had done a damn good job, but I was pretty certain that that wasn't it either. Andy saw me looking towards the back of them room and gave me a reassuring smile; She thought I was looking at the jury. So the others must not have seen them. But that was probably a good thing. Having a brawl in the middle of a courtroom probably wasn't the best idea, and I didn't doubt that they would do it if they saw the others; respect meant a lot in this city and there was no better way to get it than by beating up one of them. Thanks to that rule, I had bucket loads of respect. Unfortunately, I also had a criminal record about a mile long that was about to land me in the grungiest prison on earth. Just freakin' wonderful.

The jury members sat back down in their seats and I grimaced slightly, dead certain that I wasn't going to like what came out of their mouths.

"Please be seated. Will the defendant please rise".

"How do you find the defendant?" the words were spoken swiftly and harshly. I had no doubt in my mind as to what the answer was going to be.

"We, the members of the jury, find the defendant, on the charges of theft, assault and murder, guilty"

The word seemed to reverberate around my head, banging against the walls of my skull like an echo that never got any quieter. I wanted to scream, but I couldn't open my mouth. It was one thing to know that you were guilty, but quite another to realise that you were about to be put away for what was probably going to be the better half of your life. I heard a voice and for a second I didn't realise it was my own, until I made out the words that I was involuntarily saying.

"Please, please no. Don't put me in jail, please. I have to go home, I have people to take care of. You can't do this to me! It wasn't even my fault, it was self defence, he was going to kill me. Please..." I couldn't speak any more and I collapsed into the chair behind me and buried my face in my hands. I heard the sound of feet moving all around me, and soft voices, whispering my name, but I couldn't sit up. I just sat there, my eyes closed, my face pressed against the white sleeves of my shirt. Among the rustling noise of the people around me, I heard a familiar voice calling my name. I was so confused that I couldn't make out whether or not it was a girl or boys voice that was calling me.

Suddenly I felt a hand on my back. I looked up expecting to see Cee standing over me, but it wasn't him, it was the judge Horatio something or other. Like that guy of CSI. I wasn't sure why in my 

moment of insanity, that thought came to me, but it did. He looked surprisingly nice, considering how horrible he had been throughout the trial. I glared at him.

"What do you want?" I asked, my voice full of bitterness.

"I want to talk to you in my office. I have a proposition for you" he said, and I found that I had no will to do anything other than follow him to his office.

"Listen Miss. Devitt, I know this must be hard for you" he began, drumming his fingers steadily on the desk that he sat behind. "Although I don't dispute the fact that what you did was wrong, and you deserve to be punished for it, I believe that a less severe punishment may be reasonable. I was going to send you to jail, but I believe a better option would be to give you a choice of sorts. You see a way away from here, there's a... Well, a camp. It's a reform camp type of thing, where teenagers, such as yourself are sent to become more functional members of society. I think that maybe it would be a good idea for you to get right away from this place and this is the best way I can think of for you to do that. Of course it's completely up to you, if you would prefer jail, then that's fine".

"Y'all don't mean Washington far away do you?" I asked, realising with distinct certainty that when he said 'far away' he really meant it. He shook his head, with an almost regretful smile. "Well, I suppose anything'd be better than jail" I said, still grimacing at the idea of having to take a shower with about 50 other chicks.

"Wait, Hayden, before you make your decision, there's a bit of a, well, a catch I suppose you could say. This camp, it's not exactly for people like you-"

"What do you mean people like me?" I interrupted, as all like I had developed for this man disappearing straight out the window. What exactly was he trying to say?

"Please, hear me out Hayden, I didn't mean any offence. By people like you I simply meant, well, girls. It's an all boys camp you see. I have talked to the camp warden and she has decided to make an exception for you. On one condition..." he trailed off and I looked at him expectantly.

"You're gonna have to spit it out man, I can't read your mind" I told him incredulously. How bad could it be?

"She wants you to- well she says that it would be preferable for none of the others to know that you were a girl. She thinks it will cause too many distractions for the boys"

"So you're saying that you want me to dress up like a dude?" I asked, resisting the urge to laugh. This guy was offering me dress ups instead of jail. He nodded and I frowned. "Yeah, yeah alright. I'm down with that. When do I go?"

"Now"

"But I ain't got any clothes and shit" I said sceptically.

"Don't worry, they will give you some" he definitely got bonus points for ignoring the swearing, unlike most adults. And since when was I ever one to turn down free clothes?



"Kay then, let's get this show on the road" I muttered, not forgetting the fact that this wasn't going to be a summer camp or anything. I was still going to a detention camp, "Hey wait, this place," I said, turning around with my hand resting on the door handle, "What's it called"?

"Camp Green Lake".

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Okay, that's chapter One. Thanks for reading.

and just for the record, I haven't forgotten about Poison Ivy, I just had this idea, and I wanted to get it down before I forgot it.

So if you're reading this and you haven't read 'Poison Ivy' then there's a song for each chapter and there'll be like one line from that song in the chapter. This one's song is 'Dig it' because I'm just so original like that. I know there wasn't a line in there from it, but it seemed to make sense anyway and besides it's my story so I can do whatever I want LOL.

If you have an idea for a song that you want then just let me know ;)

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