"Mom! Do I REALLY have to go?" Ally whined, attempting to put on her best puppy-dog eyes. "Yes, Ally, you are required to attend this camp in order to set yourself straight. Out of all people, you should know that violence is never the answer. To ANYTHING, young lady. Now get your bags, and meet me down by the car in five," said her mother coldly. She turned around and briskly walked away, leaving Ally in pure disbelief. Ally flopped down on her pink, floral bedspread. How did I get myself into this mess? she asked herself, trying to formulate different plans to escape the death trap called Melody Music Camp in Minnesota. Ally dragged herself off her bed, and finished packing her bags. She said goodbye to her room, all the other rooms, and finally the entire house. I hope I'll survive this camp, because I might be dead before I reach it. She walked as slow as she could to her mom's minivan, before her mom hustled her into the car.

Austin's POV

"Dad! This isn't fair!" I yelled, cringing as I heard my dad, Mike Moon, run up the staircase, each booming step making my heart beat faster. "AUSTIN MONICA MOON! You're going and that's final! You know, this wasn't exactly my choice! You made the choice by hitting someone, and that's not my fault! Finish packing up your stuff, and meet me in the car," said Mike as he stomped back down the steps, leaving Austin in pure rage. Austin plopped down on his bed, and threw the nearest pillow off of it, which happened to be Dougie the Dolphin, a stuffed Dolphin that he got from his mom for his 16th birthday. Austin is the same age as Ally, 17 years old. Just my luck, he thought. Maybe I should just get lost, like dad's always telling me. Yeah, I should run away, as soon as possible. Then, he heard a booming voice yell, "AUSTIN! HURRY UP, OR I'M COMIN' IN FOR YA!" Austin immediately jumped off the bed, stuffed the last pair of shoes and three T-shirts into a suitcase, and dragged himself down the stairs to his dad's Miata.

Ally's POV

As we pulled up to the Melody Music Camp, my first thought was: What the heck? This place looks WEIRD...but I MIGHT be able ot survive it. The camp was filled with kids that looked like they were about my age, some a little bit younger, others looking a whole lot older, like in their 20's or 30's. Some were skipping around in circles, laughing and singing a song in a whole other language that sounded like a combination of French and something I don't know. I saw everyone pretty much doing what they wanted to do, with no counselors really caring about any of it. A lot of the counselors sat in beach chairs, either tanning, reading a magazine, or applying sun block.

There was one female counselor who was watching me like a hawk. 'her face even resembled a hawk's; she had a sharp nose, very thin, plum-colored lips, and piercing green eyes, with a relatively pale complexion to top it all off.. As my mom drove through the gates, my eyes still remained on the creepy woman who would not take her eyes off of me. "Well, Ally, you better like this place, 'cause this is where you'll be for the ENTIRE summer. No ifs, ands, or buts. If you need anything, just call me. Here's a decoy phone, just in case they "need" to take your real one." Did my mom just hand me a decoy phone? Without any persuasion needed? Weird, I thought. After about two more minutes of driving, we pulled up to the Main Building, where the front desk stood tall and proud. My mom kicked me out, yelled that she loved me, and sped off without any second thoughts. Great, now I'm REALLY stuck here. Then, my heart nearly stopped when I heard, "Freak! What are YOU doing here?!" I turned around and saw none other than...Austin Frickin' Moon.

Austin's POV

As my dad pulled up to the Main Building, he threw my bags out of the car, shoved me out, and drove off without saying goodbye. I gathered all my things quickly, and then ran up the stairs to the front desk. I saw someone I thought I wouldn't have to see for a whole three months: Ally Dawson. "Freak, what are YOU doing here?!" I asked worriedly. I stared at her two duffel bags, waiting for a response. "Actually, the question is, what are YOU doing here, Blondie?" she asked, putting her hands on her hips, attempting to sass me back.

"I asked you first, Dawson," I stated, putting my hands on my hips, imitating her. She immediately crossed her arms, hoping to make sure that I wouldn't imitate her any further, but boy was she wrong. I crossed my arms like she had. She sighed, and said " I'm here for "behavioral problems". How about you?" she asked, smirking because she knew I had a "good" reason to explain the highly unlikely coincidence. "Well, um, er...I really don't wanna talk about it," I said, rubbing the back of my neck, a nervous habit. "I just know that I won't enjoy this camp...because you're here."

A look of hurt flashed in her eyes for a couple seconds, and was quickly replaced with another one of her smirks that I don't see very often. "Awwww, that's so sweet. I won't enjoy it either. Not only for the fact that you're here, but simply because it was against my will." Me too! It's like she can read minds...I gaped at her comment. What's that supposed to mean? She turned back and smirked at me. I glared at her this time. "Feisty...hard to get...Ally Dawson's gonna be a real challenge," I said to her, waiting for one of her signature responses. "You know you're not that hot, right? And you're WAYYYY too cocky for me. You're Austin. I'm Ally. You're pancakes, and I'm pickles. We're not the same, and we never will be. Oh well," she said sarcastically.
"First of all, I am NOT too cocky. And in fact, I am INCREDIBLY good looking, and I know THAT because EVERY GIRL AT SCHOOL SAYS SO!" I said, a little upset she didn't find me attractive. Ok, I was REALLY upset.

"Hmmmm...then why do you care so much about my opinion, Blondie?" she asked, stopping my train of thought. Shoot, I thought, she's got me cornered. Every time! "Should I not care about what everyone else thinks of me? I mean, come on, I'm in high school. Reputation is EVERYTHING," I said matter-of-factly.

"You might want to think about what you just said, because newsflash, Blondie, reputations are downright stupid. You should be yourself, but I guess that won't happen, considering you're...well, Austin Moon," she said, slamming me.

"Pfffff, whatever, Freak, just stay out of my way, and nobody gets hurt, go it?" I asked, trying to dismiss talking about reputations. Because, the thing is, I have my reasons for being such a jerk. But I can't tell them to Ally. Not in a million years. She'd just remind everyone how much of a loser I used to be, plus, I don't like her, and I think I never will. I grabbed my bags and walked right past her, not saying another word.

Jeez, she sure can pry with someone's past. A lot.