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Cynthia's P.O.V:

"Welcome to Camp Crystal Lake." the annoying camp counselors cheer.

'Idiots.' I thought. My name is Cynthia Dawns. I am 12, turning 13 on Friday, February 13th. Yeah, I know, creepy right. So anyway, I am middle-ish height, have long black hair that is straight, but not too straight, with dyed red curls on the end of each strand, have chilling blue eyes, and have a few muscles. I am currently wearing a pair of black flip-flops, black shorts that almost reach my knees, and a silver shirt with black designs. Yes, I am defined as Gothic, even though I don't wear all black.

"Cyn," how I hated that nickname, "Come on." my twin brother, Xander, says from beside me.

"Coming, just mentally remarking how the camp counselors are idiots." I state, Xander starting to join me in smirking.

"You two, hurry up." a teenage councelor barks, a glare pointed at us. Xander stepped in front of me, growling so low that if I didn't know better, would pass it off as the breeze.

"We're coming." Xander said, so emotionlessly it made the idiot counselor shudder. As we walked to a constant 5 feet behind the group of childish people, I whispered to Xander.

"Calm down. Margret said if we get into any fights, we come here next summer break too." I hiss. Xander smirked slightly as I hissed out 'Margret' with venom. Margret was our lazy mom who was too 'busy' to watch her kids. We hated her.

As we continued walking, I noticed a boy with brown hair, black eyes, navy blue top, midnight blue-blackish shorts and black sandals, walking 5 feet away from the group to the side. I nodded my head towards the lonely boy.

"Fine, you may befriend him, but if he tries any thing or....." as he ranted, I started to walk towards the boy. Xander was very protective when it came to me. I walked to glide beside the boy.

"Hello." I whisper politely. The boy turned his head toward me. His angry expression faded when he figured out I wasn't with the crowd.

"Hello," he whispered back, "I'm Jason Voorhees. You are?"

"I am Cynthia Dawns. Nice to meet you," I reply, "That boy back there *nods towards Xander* is my twin brother, Xander." As if Xander could tell I was talking about him, his head snapped towards me, eyes ablaze with annoyance.

"He seems friendly." Jason muttered sarcasticly beside me. I laughed softly to his comment.

"Girls, please separate from the boys and follow me to your cabin." I monotone counselor says, I think this one is decent.

"See ya later." I mutter, sullenly walking towards the pathetic cabin *cough-hell-cough*. I heard him grunt in response.

"I didn't know freaks where allowed here." a blond girl sneered, coming to stand in front of me. I could actually feel Xander glaring at the girl. She must have felt it too, cause her mission to annoy me was terminated. I glided silently past her.

"Leave me alone and no one goes to a hospital." I growled into her ear as I passed her. As I to the cabin, I felt a feeling of dread wash over me. I walked into the cabin, noticing how all the girls grouped to the beds near the door. There was a crappy large, but crappy, bathroom. I went to a bunk in the dark corner of the cabin, unseen and covered by shadows, even with the sun high in the sky.

'Damn this place.' I curse in my head, glaring at any unfortunate girl who tried to look back here. As I climbed on to the bed above mine to get a better look at the cabin, I found the pattern in the ceiling changing slightly in the corner. I pushed it up, revealing a hidden room.

'Jackpot.' I mentally cheer. I climbed up into the room. It was technically an attic. It was the whole length of the cabin. It had black carpet, a large TV, a black leather couch, a red leather chair, a deep cherry coffee table, a computer (with wifi), and a large mahogany bed with black sheets. As I walked around, I found out that it wasn't the size of the whole cabin, only half (The cabins are large just the way they appear are small). I found a door on the wall that cut the attic in half. I noticed how the door nob was black. It was awesome. Inside there was a large window with a large desk underneath it. You could see all of the camp. A whole wall was covered with book selves, overflowing with books. On the other wall was covered in beautiful paintings, a door ( in the corner), an easel, and hundreds of different colors of paints. Past the door, above the crappy bathroom, was an elegant bathroom. It had black marble everything: sink, shower/tub, toilet, cabinets. Inside the cabinets were purple and black striped, fluffy, towels. The only thing not black marble was the purple rug, and mirror. I walked back to the main room (one with TV).

"How are all these things up here.....and why?" I question, plopping down on the couch. I sighed, looking around.

"Xander would love this place.......Xander!" I slightly shriek. I ran to the hole and jumped down on to the top bunk. I jumped off of it gracefully and started to run towards the door. The blond girl from earlier must have seen me coming, cause she stuck her leg out. Instead of tripping, I jumped over it in a front flip, landed silently on my feet, and continued to run out the door. I found Xander by the flag pole.

"Sorry!" I pant, we had agreed to meet each other here after putting our things away.

"Why weren't you here! I've been out here, worrying!" Xander ranted, rare cause we were in public.

"What's your brother ranting about?" Jason said, popping up beside me. I shrugged, I was only 5 minutes late for God's sake!

"Come on. I want to show you two something." I whispered, grabbing their hands and dragging them towards the girl's cabin. I couldn't drag them any farther cause somebody stepped in front of me.

"What is a pretty girl such as yourself doing with this thing *points to Jason* and a wimp *points to Xander*?" the boy said. He had blond hair, baby blue eyes, was a foot taller then me, and had on jean shorts and a muscle shirt. Most people would find him handsome, I found Jason cuter.

"Shut the f*** up. Jason is my friend and Xander is my brother. Now step out of the way you moron." I growl, eyes probably getting darker. I heard Jason gasp in surprise when I called him my friend.

"Your friends with the freak?! He is the weirdest one around. No one is friends with him. *turns to Jason* She is probably just pretending to be your friend out of pity." the boy sneered. I felt Jason shake. I turned to him. Tears were in his eyes, but not running down his face. I turned to the boy and let go of Xander's hand.

"Cyn, don't. Remember what Margret said?!" Xander hisses into my ear. I turn to him, anger in my eyes.

"Screw Margret! I'm gonna kick this kid's a**!" I yelled. I swung a fist the the moron in front of me. It hit him right in the jaw. I charged into his stomach, making him fall back. When he was on the ground I started kicking his stomach. Someone wrapped their arms around my stomach and hugged me from behind.

"Cynthia, come on. He's not worth it." Jason whispered soothingly into my ear. I felt all the need to fight rush out of me and a calm and peacefull feeling surround me. Jason let go of me.

"Thank you." I whispered.

"Cyn, you better hope Margret doesn't hear of this." Xander hissed. I glared at him. Jason took my hand, my glare softened.

"Come on, I didn't show you what I found yet!" I remember. I took Xander's hand and dragged them into the cabin. All the girls were down by the lake. I took them to the back of the cabin.

"Wow, your bed. How exciting!" Xander muttered sarcasticly. I climbed onto the top bunk and waited for them to join me.

"Tell no one about this." I make them promise.

"Okay?" they answered in unison. I pushed up the fake ceiling part and climbed up into the attic. I pulled them up and put the cieling thing back in place.

"Awesome!" they exclaimed, looking around.

"I know, right?" I laugh, jumping onto the bed as they looked around.

"How is everything up here.....and why?" Jason questions.

"I asked myself that 7 minutes ago. I have no idea." I answer truthfully.

We stayed up there the rest of the night, also finding out it was sound proof. Xander left first, leaving Jason and me to watch TV.

"I'm tired." I yawn.

"Me too." Jason agrees, eyes half closed. I just remember turning off the TV and leaning on Jason before falling asleep.

That was how I spent my first day at Camp Crystal Lake, with Jason Voorhees.


There was chapter 1. Reviews are welcome.