Lizzie looked out the window of the bus hoping to catch a glimpse of something interesting outside. No such luck. She sighed and looked down at her arm. Her wrist was purple where the handcuffs were. She was so lost in thinking about this idiot camp that she didn't notice the bus had stopped moving and the security man was telling her to get off the bus.

The security man walked over to her and took off her handcuffs. "You got delicate skin" he said. Lizzie looked down at her arm. "Yeah" she whispered, "delicate skin." Lizzie stepped off the bus, her short brown hair dancing in her face. She was wearing a pair of low rider jeans with flowers embroidered on the legs. She also was wearing this really, really tight tank top. As she was walking to Mr. Sir's office she caught the eye of almost every guy around. Especially, Zigzag.