Becca Hail sat in the corner of the janitors closet in her high school ,crying. Four dead people lay in front of her, three girls and one boy. Their throats were slit open. Becca tried to look away from the wounds as she huddled deeper in the dirty corner.

Blood was starting to pool in the small room giving little room for Becca to sit, but she didn't care. It was all her fault, she should be the one to be drenched in the blood of four innocent teenagers. The blood had reached her sneakers and Becca wrenched away from the warm feeling, soaking her pant leg. It was like something out of a horror movie.

Becca wasn't the one who physically cut open their throats but she was the one who planned it. Two boys who also hated the school - and the people in it - were the ones who did the killings. Becca was just the one who planned who to kill and when. But things had spiraled out of control, the boys decided to take things into their own hands and kill everyone that dared to move. And that was the majority of the High School.

About forty teenagers were killed in the high school massacre that Becca had started and after the two boys had slit their own throats, the police had finally come to the rescue. They found Becca at least half an hour later in the same spot covered in blood, there was no place in the janitors closet that wasn't covered in crimson.

"Do you know who did this?" the officer had asked Becca after he helped her get out of the cramped room and wrapped her up in a blanket. There were hundreds of other people surrounding the school in horror as more traumatized students appeared.

Becca nodded and looked to the dried red on her hands. "I did." Becca whispered. She didn't hear another word from the cop after he read her, her rights. He simply handcuffed her and led her to the car where people would gawk and point at her in disgust.

"I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry," Becca apologized that all the way to the police station. She waited there for hours, being questioned by the police, watching her parents stare at her as if she was some kind of monster. Forensics finally came back and confirmed that everything Becca had said was true and she was put in a cell.

Three days later, Becca pleading guilty in court. It's not like she could have done anything else, she didnt have a lawyer. Money wasnt an object, Becca's family could have gotten the best known lawyer in the country. They just didnt want to.

Becca's family was very religious and believed that every sin should go punished - that and they were too horrified with Becca to even talk to her, let alone live with her. Mr. and Mrs. Hail had refused to even look at Becca since they had found out what she had done.

The judge looked at her in disgust, "Forty two people were killed in that high school killing, including the two boys you convinced to do the murder. Forty innocent people and two young boys are dead now because of you. That high school will never be the same, neither will the families of those teenagers. Do you have anything to say for yourself?"

Becca didnt want to answer but yet she pleaded, "I don't care where you send me just get it over with." She needed her punishment to be over; it was her only type of closure.

The judge nodded, "I could send you to jail, but I know that isn't going to help you much. It will probably only turn you more violent, so I am sending you to Camp Green Lake. It's a camp for bad boys to build character. Luckily they are taking in girls to see if they can be a co-ed camp."

Becca just nodded the judge slammed his gavel down, "Thirty six months at Camp Green Lake"

Those were the last words Becca heard from anyone, before she was escorted to a large bus heading over to Camp Green Lake. There was only one thought running through her head at the time;

I deserve this.

So I just came back and am revising this. I'll be fixing it so it's better spaced out, Becca's name is actuall capitalized and I'll be making it longer. Enjoy and Review!