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Summary: ok, so my friends and I have been in gang sort of thing since we were freshmen. We never got into much trouble, but then there was the fight to end all fights. The day I discovered love doesn't conquer all. The day my friends and I were sent to Camp Green Lake. The day our lives changed forever.

Me: god, now doesn't that make you want to read? And yes, this is one of the "girl goes to Green Lake and raises Hell" stories. Sort of… On with the story!

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I stared out the window, wondering when in HELL we were going to get to that goddamned camp in the middle of freaking nowhere. My friends sat in seat ranged around the bus, talking (Amanda and Noelia), dozing (Julia), staring out the window (John, Julia's older brother) or thinking (me, Salem). Julia had black hair, blue eyes and a creepy attitude. Amanda had red hair and blue eyes. Noelia had brown hair and eyes. I have black hair and green eyes. I was the leader. Always in control, even over adults. My black hair was long, near the middle of my back, but it was in a bun under my hat. My nose had a small stud in it. John had black hair as well; only his was long for a boy, going to his shoulders. It curled like crazy near the bottom. Julia's hair went past her butt, and she had dyed a purple streak in it before we got arrested.

I snapped out of my reverie when John kicked me in the foot. I looked over at him, across the aisle. He grinned his vampire smile at me. It gave me shivers…

"You ok?" he asked. "You had your deep thought face on again." I nodded.

"Just thinking, I guess. Thinking about how freaking long we're going to be here."

"At least we're all here. Well, most of us." He said. I looked down. My brother, Richard, had been killed in the fight we were sent to this camp for. I wiped the tears from my eyes awkwardly with my cuffed hands and turned to face Julia.

"Yo." I said. "You still alive back there?" Julia sleepily glared at me, another thing I couldn't master that my friends had. The death glare ala Julia. I stuck my tongue out at her, always the mature leader, and turned to face Amanda and Noelia. "Whatcha talking about guys?" I asked. Noelia cackled and turned red. I cocked an eyebrow.

"Noelia was just quietly raving about how hot John is again." Amanda said, grinning. I rolled my eyes. Noelia grinned at me sheepishly. I turned in my seat to look at my best friend again. With his dark hair, vampire smile and dark eyes, he was kinda hot.

AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH! BAD THOUGHTS! LIKE A BROTHER! AAARRRRGGGHHHH! BLECHH! I thought, falling backward onto the seat. John cracked up, and so did Amanda. Julia cracked a grin, and Noelia had fallen onto the floor when I shouted. John was wiping tears from his eyes as he stopped laughing. The guard glared at us.

"We're here." He grunted. John sniggered. We all stood up, groaning as the muscles in our legs stretched out from the 8-hour drive. We grabbed our duffel bags, John's black one, my apple green one, Amanda's red one, Julia's purple one, and Noelia's Ramones one. We all trooped out the door, looking around at the compound. There was a bunch of tents, some buildings, and a cabin in the back. There was a car near the cabin that John was ogling at. I rolled my eyes and smacked him in the chest with my handcuffed hands. He shook his head and grinned at me.

"Nice car." He breathed. I rolled my eyes. We all followed the guard over to a small cabin. We all sighed when the air conditioning hit us.

The first thing we saw was this old, gay looking cowboy with a stupid cowboy hat on. He had his feet on the desk and was snoring like a bear. We all walked in. John pulled out the chair awkwardly for me, and I slumped down into it. The rest of the gang grouped around me.

The guard smacked his hand on the desk, jerking the gay cowboy awake. He snorted. There was gun in his hand suddenly, right at my nose. I stared at it, my eyes narrowed. John tensed behind me. I shook my head. The gay cowboy pulled his gun back and glared at me. I glared back at him, glare for glare. He snorted again and took some files out of a drawer. He flung them on the table. I stared at them. There was one for Amanda, John, Julia, Noelia, and me. The gay cowboy motioned to the guard, who came forward with a key in his hand. He uncuffed me and my friends, grunting when we thanked him.

"So." The cowboy drawled. Apparently Amanda couldn't resist.

"So what?" she said. I snickered. I smiled my mafia smile, something my godfather had taught me. And I do have mafia family. The cowboy snarled.

"My name is Mr. Sir; you will address me as such at all times, are we clear?" Mr. Sir said. John saluted with his middle finger. I laughed. The guard sat forward and smacked John across the head. At least he tried. Julia's hand was on his wrist in a second, her green eyes boring into his.

"Don't touch my brother." She growled. She only used that voice when she was really pissed off, and she seemed to be. The guard shook his hand away and nodded once. Mr. Sir rolled his eyes. He stood. I stood as well.

"Did I tell you to stand?" he snapped. I crossed my arms.

"No, but I want to." I said. He glared at me under his hat. I sneered at him and followed as he led us all out into the searing heat again. We all groaned.

"Shut up. You live here now, for the next 2 years. And I live here too, so do NOT piss me off, understand?" Mr. Sir said, shoving his face into John's. John nodded, although the cowboy had to have really bad breath. The gay cowboy growled. "Tell me, kids, what do you see? You see any electric fence? Any armed guards? 'Sides me? Know why? Cuz if you run, its a weeks' walk from here to the nearest town. You'd be buzzard food before we even noticed you was gone." He sneered at us all and turned. He led us to a different shack near the "administrations building". We walked in. on the shelves were dozens of orange jumpsuits. I grimaced. I hate orange. Mr. Sir began chucking stuff at us like jumpsuits, boots, goggles, gloves, canteens and extra socks. I picked a pair of socks up, cocking an eyebrow. Mr. Sir pointed at the socks.

"Trust me; you'll need 'em." I nodded. "Now the warden said the girls had to change behind a curtain, since here we only have boys. And we can't search you for," pause "womanly reasons." Mr. Sir grumbled. I grinned inwardly. I had tons of stuff in my bag on one would let into a detention camp. But he pointed at John. "But you change. One of you girlies go behind that curtain there." He chucked an orange jumpsuit at Amanda, who caught it. She looked disgruntled that she couldn't wear her jersey, but she ducked behind the curtain anyway.

Noelia grinned as John took of his black shirt. I cocked an eyebrow. John may be a like brother to me, but he is hot. My eyes nearly popped out of my head when his shirt was finally off. HE HAD THE SEXIEST CHEST I HAD EVER SEEN! Then I smacked my inner perv in the head and went back to planet normal. John had his pants off now, and Amanda was back from the changing curtain. Mr. Sir chucked a jump suit at Noelia, and she went behind the curtain. I tried not to stare at John's ass, but I caught myself looking at least once. I shook my head and ignored the weird feeling in my chest when he winked at me from under his hair. I pulled the flat brim of my favorite apple green baseball cap to cover my blush. The next thing I knew, there was an orange jumpsuit in my arms and I was behind the curtain. I shook my head and pulled my hat off. My hair tumbled down my back, and I pulled off my shirt. I worked it around my hair, grumbling about how I could never go to a barber and we never had scissors. I had the jumpsuit on in a matter of seconds, choosing to keep the arms tied around my waist and keep my tank top on. I pulled on my combat boots, choosing to chuck Mr. Sir's boots back at him when I walked out. John ogled. He had never seen me in anything skin-tight.

Then I heard the worst thing to hit my ears since Brittany spears.

"Well hello there! Large group this time?" someone said. I bet it was some short guy with too much sunscreen on his nose. I heard John snigger behind me. I turned.

I knew it! I thought. The man in front of us was short, with too-short shorts on, with some stupid looking sweater vest on over a tee shirt. His sandals had socks on under them, and he had WAY too much sunscreen on his nose. And I think it was pink…

"Well, hi there! My name is Mr. Pendanski. It's fairly easy to remember, pen dances with key. And what is your name?" Mr. Pen-dances-with-key said, sticking out hand to me. I cocked a hip. Noelia had to shove a fist in her mouth not to laugh. I put on a really fake looking preppy smile and grasped the counselor's hand in both of mine.

"My name is Salem Marianna Way! And I am just tickled pink to make your acquaintance, SIR!" I said, sarcasm dripping from my words. The counselor grinned and went to shake Noelia's hand. I looked at John. He was making faces at the gay looking counselor. I whacked him in the chest a little too hard and came back with bruised knuckles. He looked down at me, his index fingers hooked into the corners of his mouth. He cocked an eyebrow, giving me that "what me?" look the best he could. I rolled my eyes and stepped on his foot as Pendanski came around to shake his hand. John grinned as goofily as I had, and then that stupid counselor showed us around camp. I didn't pay attention. Noelia would be, and she'd tell me. The last part I heard though.

"And this is where you will be staying. There are some sex offenders here, ladies, so I suggest this young man comes with you when you need to shower. Anyway, this is D-tent, D is for diligence!" Pendanski said, gesturing wildly to a greenish orange ten that looked exactly like the others except for the giant "D" on the sides and front.

"Yeah, D is also for death, demolition, disregard, distortion, devils, demons, and dorks!" I whispered. John chuckled.

"Oh, good, some of the boys are back! Boys, I'd like you to meet your new tent mates!" Pendanski shouted. He held the door-flap-thingy open for us. John went first, because he was the only guy. Then I waltzed in under his arm, grinning wildly. I saw one skinny black boy with glasses, one tall blonde boy with crazy hair, and one brown-haired boy with a toothpick in his mouth. I thought those were the only goons in there, but there was one more. A small black head flopped out from under a pillow, with the craziest mop of curls I have ever seen. The tiny kid can't have only been more that 12! Much less old enough to be in this detention camp. The others trooped in behind me, and the boys in the tent ogled. "Rex, Ricky, Zero, Alan, these are your new tent mates! Yes, some are girls, but be nice. This is their first detention camp way out here in the desert. Now, I'll be back at lights out, be good!" Pendanski shouted, leaving us with the morons in the tent. The guys in the tent nodded at the stupid counselor then stared at us.

"Who're you?" the black boy with glasses said. Mary spoke up.

"We're your new tent mates, didn't Gaydanski tell you?" she said. That earned a laugh from the boys, except the small one in the back. The black one with glasses stood and walked forward, reaching out a hand to John.

"I'm X-ray. And these goons are Squid and Zigzag. Like I said before, who are you? Names, ages, how you got in, that kind of thing." He came forward to shake my hand and grinned. I grabbed his hand in my death grip, something only I can do, thank you very much. The black boy yelped and jumped back.

"Oops, did I hurt you?" I purred, batting my eyes. The black boy snarled at me, holding his hand, which was turning kind of red. "I'm Salem, the big lug behind me is John, the red head is Amanda, the creepy one is Julia, and the one with the brown hair is Noelia. Now are there more?" I said. I felt a tap on my shoulder. I whirled around. There were 4 more boys behind me, one big black boy, one Hispanic one, one small twitchy one, and one brown haired boy with blue eyes. The brown haired one stuck a hand out to me.

"Hi. I'm Caveman. And you are?" he asked. I stuck my hand out slowly.

"I'm Salem." I said. The others introduced themselves, and I found out that the Hispanic one was Magnet, the twitchy one was Twitch (big surprise) and the big black boy was Armpit.

"Where do we set up our stuff?" Noelia asked. X-ray pointed to a bunch of cots near the end of the tent.

"There." He said. I nodded my thanks and headed over to one near a small flap that served as a window. We were allowed to bring our own sheets, and I spread out my apple green ones easily, although Zigzag offered to help me. After everything was on my bed right, I pulled a pillowcase onto my pillow. I ducked under my bed to find three crates. I pulled one out to unload my clothes, toiletries, and a bunch of other junk. I then pulled out a cigar box covered in pictures of my friends and me. I opened it and put it on the box that served as a bedside table. On the inside lid was a picture of Teacher, the man who taught us everything. He was Julia and John's dad, and he died in the gang fight that took Richard. I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned. Noelia was behind me, with the rest of the gang grouped behind me. John's head was bowed, and he seemed to be praying. Julia had tears in her eyes and was sitting on her bed, the sheet bunched in her hands, actually showing emotion for once. I blinked some tears out of my eyes. I stood. We all looked up and around at each other. John held my eyes for longer than normal, then looked away abruptly.

"Who's the dork in the cigar box?" I heard Squid say behind me. I turned, anger filling my eyes now.

"He's the man who taught us everything, the man who raised us, the man who made sure we didn't die before our time! He couldn't make sure all of us lived, but he broke his back making sure most of us did! Now I don't want to hear you talk about him again farm boy!" I snarled. John had to hold me back from hurting him, and when I said farm boy, Zigzag lunged forward to hold back Squid. I relaxed in defeat, and Squid wrestled loose of Zigzag's stranglehold.

"What is there to do here, anyway?" I asked. The boys looked at each other and all said at the same time,

"The wreck room." I nodded.

"Ok then, let's go to the wreck room."

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Me: so what you thinking? I'll have the next chappie up soon enough, so yeah.