Disclaimer: I do not own the D Tent Boys. But I own the J Tent girls.

Author's Note: I realize there are like 50 million "Girls at Greenlake" stories, but I like mine. So HA. Sorry, I enjoy being somewhat crazy...

We're Just Like You
Prologue

"Oh shit! What have I gotten myself into?" I slammed down on the gas, speeding away from the cops chasing me. I was behind the wheel of a 1969 Mustang, wishing it was mine. And I really hadn't intended on driving it. I just wanted to see how it felt. My permit got the best of me.

I just turned 15. I live in Haven, Colorado, and I got my permit only 4 hours ago. And already I've most likely lost it.

Damn it. Damn it. Damn it.

There's sirens, and my common sense is still failing. I keep going. Every inch they close in, the harder I push on the gas. There are helicopters above me, cars and motorcycles behind me.

That's when it actually hits me.

I'm the cause of a full-out cop chase. Wonderful, every sophomore's dream.

My eyes lock onto the gas gauge, which is slowly gearing towards empty. I have two options. I either stop and get gas, and get caught. Or I keep going and allow the gas gauge to hit empty. And get caught. Both ways, I'm busted.

I decide to keep going. My adrenaline getting the beter of me. Then I hear the familiar tune of 'MakeDamnSure' by Taking Back Sunday. I look down at the passenger seat, my phone is ringing like crazy. The number is my house phone.

Great. My parents. I ignore it. I keep my eye on my inexistent destination. Freedom. I know I'll get caught. I pull onto the highway, in the acceleration lane, I speed forward, crossing into all the lanes to get ahead. The sirens continue to blare. All the other cars look at me, the amazing car I'm driving. Allow me to rephrase that, the amazing car I'm driving that belongs to someone at the grocery store.

Where my bike is.

Why couldn't I just take the bike? Why did I have to hop into the Mustang?

And the biggest question. Why did the Mustang have to have a silent alarm?

Damn techies. I originally didn't intend on driving it away. I merely wanted to see what it felt like to be behind the wheel of a decent car.

"Pull over!" A cop screamed out the window.

Yeah right, in your dreams buddy. I kept driving, I was bordering on 100. "Fudge..." The gas needle was barely above E.

I stole a car. I put myself in a chase. And once the car dies, I'm going to be arrested. Jail and 15 year old girls don't exactly mix.

Then it happened, the car sputtered. It just stopped. "Oh come the fuck on!" I shouted, turning the key, "Damn it!"

Then they surrounded me. "You're under arrest." One of them dragged me out of the car, "You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attourney. If you cannot afford an attourney, one will be provided for you." He kept telling me my rights.

I was shoved into the cop car. The cops began speeding off the highway, heading towards my neighborhood, "Where do you live?"

"48 Nicols Avenue." I muttered, sinking into the back of the seat.

"Name?"

"Leigh Vaaden." I replied. I hate my last name, it always reminds me of my goody-goody older brother, Andy. He's 17 and I don't think he's broken a single rule in his life.

Andy is perfect. He's Haven's golden boy. At least that is how my family brags about him to everyone and anyone they meet.

The cop turned onto Nicols Avenue. We walked up to the front door and he knocked.

The door opened and I groaned. If anything else could go wrong, it was this. The person who opened the door happened to be Andy. "Is this your sister?" The cop asked him, pointing to me.

"Unfortunately." Andy replied, looking at me and holding back a smirk.

"Are your parents home?"

Andy nodded, he turned around, "Mom! Dad! Leigh is in trouble again!"

"Oh shut up Golden Boy." I retorted, glaring at him.

My parents ran to the door, "What happ- " My dad began, before seeing the cop at the door. "Amy, you can handle it this time. I got the last one."

See, I'm so loved in my family. My mom stepped forward, "What happened Officer?"

"Your daughter stole a car from the parking lot at the grocery store."

Their jaws dropped, "She did what?" My dad asked, staring at me with a look that could kill.

"I was just seeing how it felt! I wouldn't have driven it if the cops hadn't shown up! So blame them."

Andy smirked, "You're in enough trouble as is..."

"Andy shut up!" My father glared at him, "Both of you, upstairs now!"

"Shocker. Andy's first time being yelled at."

"And Leigh's millionth." He retorted.

Both of us stormed up the stairs, I walked into my room, slamming the door. I grabbed my cell phone, which I had shoved into my pocket before being pulled out of the car. I dialed the first number that came to mind, my best friend Brenna.

"Hello?" Brenna answered on the first ring.

"Thank god you answered." I replied, sighing with relief.

Brenna suddenly began to sound worried. "Leigh? Is everything okay?"

"I wish." I muttered.

"What happened?" She asked.

I wrapped my hair around my finger, "I sort of, kind of, not really stole a car."

"Are you fucking kidding me!" Brenna exclaimed, I heard her run upstairs and shut her door. "What kind? And was it worth it?"

"I love how your first concern is what kind of car it is," I said, holding back a laugh, "And anyway, it was our dream car. A 1969 Mustang, red."

I could just see Brenna's jaw drop, "You stole a Mustang!"

"Technically but not." I replied.

"What are you talking about? You just said you did."

"At first I was just looking. Step two, I jumped behind the wheel to see what it felt like. You know how I've been saving." I began, "And then the owner had a silent alarm on the car. So the cops show up. And I spaz, and first thing I do is slam down the gas. I ended up on the highway. Eventually I ran out of gas, got busted, and now I'm stuck in my room."

"Holy shit." Brenna muttered, "And you just got your permit too!"

"Yeah. That's going away." I retorted.

"What was your first clue?" She asked me.

"Only good thing is, Andy made some smart ass comment. Resulting in him being stuck in his room too."

"Nice..."

"Leigh?" I heard my parents coming up the stairs.

"Gotta go Bren." I said, quickly hanging up and shoving my phone under my pillow, "Come in..."

My mom opened the door. "What the hell is wrong with you!" My mom had opened the door, but my dad was taking over the talking part.

I said nothing, I stared down at my black flip flops.

"Leigh Amelia Vaaden! Why did you steal that car!" My dad shouted, glaring at me.

My eyes glanced up at him, "It's not what it looks like." I replied, "If the car didn't have a silent alarm..."

"Leigh, that doesn't make up for what you did! You stole a Mustang! Do you realize you can go to jail for this?"

"No, it never even crossed my mind." I retorted, sarcasm drowning my words.

"We're not in the mood for your sarcasm young lady!" My mom shouted now, "The car owner is pressing charges! He wants to see you in court, he wants you to be put in jail!"

"Well, easy for you then. You don't have to claim that you have another child besides the Golden Boy."

--One Week Later--

"Your honor, this... this... hoodlum, thought she had the right to get in my car and act as if it were her own! Both things are crimes, even if she never intended to drive it!" That was Mr. Hilesteen. He was the car owner. And, turns out, he is one of the janitors at my school.

Talk about coincidences.

The judge looked at Mr. Hilesteen and his lawyer, "Any other witnesses?" I had said my piece already, in my defense. So I knew I was busted. No one was going to believe a 15 year old over a guy who was going on 9,576,395.

The lawyer looked at me, "The prosecution calls Leigh Vaaden to the stand."

I walked up to the stand, and took the oath again. "Why were you in my clients car?" He asked.

"As I said, previously, I adore Mustangs. I didn't know the car had a silent alarm. I jumped into the car to see what the car would feel like." How many times was I going to have to say that?

"How many times are you going to lie under oath?" He shouted at me.

"Mr. Lawyer-dude. I am not going to answer that question, because I'm not lying!"

The judge looked at the lawyer, "Mr. King. Please ask a different question. Miss Vaaden is correct, you are not allowed to ask that question."

Mr. King, a.k.a. Mr. Lawyer-Dude, glared at me, "Miss Vaaden, I'm going to ask this one more time, why were you in my client's car?"

"Short term memory loss much?" I asked, looking into his eyes, "I. Like. Mustangs." I said each word slowly, "I. Wanted. To. See. How. It. Felt." I paused after each word, "Now, do I need to say it again for your mind to comprehend?"

"I object your honor! She is making a mockery of me!" Mr. King said, slapping the bench.

The judge looked at me, "Mr. King, she has a point. You did previously ask the question."

"The prosecution rests." He mumbled, stalking back to the table. I walked back to my table as well.

The judge allowed us a recess while he thought over the verdict.

I was sitting with Andy and my parents. It was a dream come true! Please tell me that anyone could tell that was sarcasm.

The court was called back to order. "Miss Vaaden. You have a choice to make." He said, looking at me, "Your choice is to be made from three choices." Alright, get on with the choices already. "Jail, Juvenille hall, or I have recently recieved news that there is a new opening in Camp Greenlake."

Camp? Wait. Did the judge say Camp? Hell, I knew my pick instantly. "Camp Greenlake sounds fine." I said, looking at the judge.

"A bus will pick you up in the morning." The judge banged his hammer-thingy on the table, "Court dismissed."

I left the room, Andy and my parents following me. Andy walked next to me, "Damn you get to go to camp. What the hell is up with that?"

"Watch your mouth Andrew, or you'll be on trial next." I said, mumbling. We headed back home.

The next day, I went on a journey. A journey to Camp Greenlake.