"This isn't one of those prison-like camps you have to hold on to the soap tight, is it?" I

joked. Squid looked at me. X-Ray turned to face me.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He snapped, getting in my face.

"I was just messing around, now get out of my face." I spat back. He pulled back his

bottom lip and by rubbing his tongue against it, made a 'smacking' sound.

"Say that again."

"X-Ray, come on man, he was just screwing around." Squid grabbed onto X-Ray's

arm.

"Don't take so much offense next time! It might make people wonder!" I shouted after

him as he walked away. It's been half a week since I got here and I'm still not getting

along with that clown. Squid's all right though. At least he doesn't call me crazy like

everyone else. Squid smiled at me before jumping back into his hole. He has a nice

smile. I tried to keep from smiling. UH! What just happened! I shook myself, as if to

shake off the weird feeling I was having. X-ray glared at me from his hole. I looked

around at the other guys to make sure they hadn't seen me shudder. I picked up my

shovel and stood, leaning on it. Suddenly I felt as if someone was watching me. I turned

around to see Armpit looking at me and licking his lips.

"What the hell are you looking at!" I shouted at him. He quickly looked away. I jumped

into my hole and started shoveling. Dude, what's wrong with you? You're even more

edgy than usual! I told myself. Maybe Armpit's just thirsty and was licking his lips to

wet 'em or something like that.. I shoveled harder. He could have been looking passed

me. No, he was looking at me. No, he wasn't Ricky! I argued. I shoveled faster. What

ifI'm in the wrong camp? Like they accidentally dropped me off at a Fag Camp?

No,they'd know it was a mistake! But what if Mr. Sir liked what he saw? Oh god

Ricky, shut up! I shoved my shovel into the dirt and wiped my forehead. I grabbed my

water jug from out of the hole and took a drink. I almost choked after what I saw. X-

Ray was sitting; leaning into Squid's hole and Squid was standing, looking up at him,

and this odd expression on his face. Wish he'd look at me like that. I spit out the water

I had in my mouth. What the hell is wrong with you Ricky?

"Jesus Christ Ricky!" I told myself. I screws on the bottle cap of my jug and threw it

into my hole. Ah, dude, I am in a fag camp! I got the chills and had to shake myself.

They wouldn't go away. Why are you making such a big deal out of this? You've never

had a problem with gay people before. Yea, but I never had to worry about becoming

one! I sat in my hole talking to myself. Suddenly I felt really uncomfortable. My neck

felt stiff.

"Hey Ziggy, you okay man?" I looked up. Oh God, not you! I wanted to say. It was

Armpit.

"Yea." I cleared my throat. "I'm fine."

"Yo' the water trucks here, Mom wants you." He sat pointed behind him. What does

he mean 'mom wants you'?