Heey guys!

New story! Omg sorry I deleted the last story I had just started, I kinda realized it was going nowhere...lolwhoops...

Anywayyysss I literally just had inspiration for this story, so I hope you guys like it!

Lots of love! Now onto the story.

I winced as the run-down bus hit another pot-hole. I leaned my head against the seat, closing my eyes. Jesus. This thing was a death trap on wheels.

I looked around the shitty bus, taking note of the other passengers. In the back, there were two guys and one girl, all of them being obnoxiously loud.

In the middle, where I was seated, there were three other kids, two of which who looked to be about my age; one with black hair and a deadly expression, and one with reddish-blonde hair with a lazy grin spread across his face. The girl who was seated close to us looked to be maybe a year or two younger than me.

In the front of the bus were two really small kids, both with blonde hair and blue eyes.

How could they have ended up here?

I sighed. This bus was heading off to a place that the kids in the School called "The Last Resort." The School itself was nothing but a shitty juvenile delinquent hall, but since a name like that would give the kids a 'negative outlook' on going there, it was named "The School of Life Decisions."

Corny, right?

The place I was headed was basically some twisted version of summer camp. Only kids who were really unmanageable got sent here; apparently, biting my English teacher's hand was 'the last straw.' It wasn't a clean little bite, either; Mr. Davis had to get thirty six stitches.

Of course, I had done other things that had led up to my coming here. Usually, I got into fights with the other 'students' (even though we were inmates, the system wanted to provide a healthy, positive name that referred to normal life style) when they annoyed me. Plus, I was busted for smuggling cigarettes into the School. I don't smoke them myself, but it earned me extra helpings food as payment for a steady three weeks before I was caught. Not to mention I constantly rebelled against the Staff in various ways, the final being mutilation of a teacher. Ha. Whoops.

I didn't know any of the other people on the bus; there were several juvenile detention centers spread across the lovely state of Arizona, and most of the other kids were from the various ones. The color of their uniforms signified which ones they came from; the two kids up front wore beige, the two guys beside me wore blue, the girl by me wore green, and everyone in the back wore orange. I wore grey. I grimaced just thinking about my unflattering uniform.

Before I came here, I wore the most badass shit you could imagine. Leather jackets, steel toed combat boots, fishnets. God. I'd give anything to be able to wear that stuff in here.

Soon enough, the bus pulled to a halt in a desolate parking lot. It was so hot outside, you could see the heat rising from the pavement in waves. Next to the parking lot stood a lone cement building, and everywhere else was forest.

We filed out of the bus, the kids from the back pushing their way off first. The small girl up front let out a cry as the biggest guy pushed her into her seat.

Frowning, I rushed forward to her. "Are you okay?" I ask, sitting beside her where she fell and petting her soft blonde hair. Her large blue eyes were filled with tears. She nodded. "Good," I say, smiling softly. I pick her up, and notice she has a large scrape on her arm from when she fell. Glowering, I storm off the bus, setting her down as I stomp over to the big guy who shoved her over.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?!" I scream, pushing the dude backwards. "You think it's cool to beat on little kids? I guess it goes to show that you're too much of a coward to pick on people who can actually take you on!" I kick him in the groin, and he doubles over. I take advantage of his moment of weakness and bring my elbow down on his spine, right between the shoulder blades. He crumples to the ground, moaning.

I take a moment to assess his features; he'd actually be kind of handsome if he wasn't such a dick. He has waves of golden hair with skin to match. Ocean-blue eyes (currently with tears streaming from them). He was built like an amateur wrestler.

Brushing myself off, I turn back to the little girl, whose eyes are widened in awe. I pull a band-aid out of my pocket; I managed to smuggle a bunch of valuables from the shop at the School. I stick it on her scrape, planting a kiss on top of it. She giggles, then runs back to who I assume is her brother.

I look up to see all of the other kids staring at me. Some look scared, others have the same expression of awe. The black-haired one actually looks impressed.

We wait around outside of the bus for about twenty minutes. Finally, as I'm plopped on the hot asphalt picking dirt from my fingernails, a lady dressed in hiking boots, shorts, and a tank top walks towards us, a blonde braid swinging from underneath her round hat. She can't be older than twenty-five. "Hey kids! I'm Brigid, and I'm you camp director!" She smiles stupidly at all of us, bouncing on the balls of her feet. I narrow my eyes.

"If you'll just follow me, we can get all of you some proper clothes, then start our way back to camp," she exclaims, clapping her hands together on her last word. She starts off to the cement building, the rest of us reluctantly following.

Inside, it's not much cooler than it is outside. If anything, it's hotter. In the middle of the room are office cubicles; in the corners are boxes upon boxes of clothes just like Brigid's.

"In the two left corners, there's shoes and socks and panties," she chirps, pointing to said corners. I grimace at the use of the word 'panties.' "And in the two right corners, there's shirts and shorts and hats. Help yourselves!"

I head over to the left corner, immediately scoping out a pair of boots that remotely resemble my old combat boots; they're not black leather, but they still have steel toes. They're a size to big, but it's so worth it. I pull about twenty pairs of underwear from another box, and then ten bras and thirty pairs of socks (these are all rough estimates, by the way). I'm not sure which ones are actually my size, but this stuff can be valuable later. Over on the other side, I grab a package of about seven dark green shirts and about five pairs of loose cargo pants. Holding all of my new possessions, I turn to Brigid. "And where are we supposed to change?"

She stares at me with that stupid grin. "Well, in here of course!"

I sigh. Of course. After making sure there were no places to have any privacy (there weren't), I strip off my ugly grey shirt, immediately replacing it with one of the green ones. I smiled, looking down at my torso. It was much more flattering.

I turn towards the wall. The front of my legs, adorned with scars, aren't something I want to draw attention to. I quickly pull off my grey slacks and replace them with the beige cargo pants, pulling on some dark green socks, then finally slipping into my roomy new boots and tucking the ends of my pants into them so they don't just hang there. There is a small mirror on the wall outside of a cubicle; I check my appearance, a small smile of satisfaction on my face. I look better than I have in ages.

Turning around, I wait for everyone else to finish dressing, only to find the black haired guy staring at me.

Now that I can fully see his face, I realize how deadly he looks. His eyes are black pools, his olive-toned build tall and skinny, yet somehow muscular. His black hair is longish, and the look on his face, albeit still pretty deadly looking, had a hint of curiosity in it.

Curiosity?

Hm.

Before I have time to dwell on the subject, Brigid claps her hands. "Okay! Let's head to the camp!"

With a lot of collective sighs, we follow her out the door, and into the dry woods.

Sorry the chapter isn't very interesting! Introductions are hard. Boo.

Reviews are greatly appreciated!

-oxoxox Maddy