I was in court. What I did wasn't too bad. Well, at least I thought so. All I did was hot wire a stolen car, crash it into a pole, and total it. I mean people have done worse, right?

Well, the judge didn't see it that way. "It's Camp Green Lake or Jail."

It wasn't going to be a camp of fun, hell no. It was going to be a living nightmare. Anything but Jail, though. "Camp Green Lake."

"Camp Green Lake it is. You have a week to prepare. Court dismissed."

I walked out of the car and expected my mom to slap me as hard as she could. But, oh, how wrong I was. Once we got in the car, she wrapped her finely manicured hands around my neck. "How could you be so stupid?" It was getting increasingly harder to breath. She let go, and I made an attempt to catch my breath. I wonder what caused me to be a juvenile delinquent. I guess ya'll just found out, huh.

The bus ride wasn't all that bad. It was the thoughts that were driving me completely and utterly insane! 'Why in the heck did they send me to an all boy's camp?' That I would never know. 'Would any of them be a homicidal maniac?' I highly doubted it. 'Are there any other girls there?' That answer was a very unfortunate one. No, no there wasn't. When the bus stopped, I heard the calls of "Fresh meat." My first thought to that was a dripping wet sarcastic one "This is going to be fun."

I walked down the aisle, and walked down the steps to the desert sand. Why did I have to wear shots and a tank top? I heard shocked cries of "Oh my god, it's a girl." But, they were immediately replaced by whistles, cat calls and hoots. I followed the police officer to the councilor's office. When we walked in, there was a man with sun glasses and a cowboy hat. He was chewing out sunflower seeds.

"Alright, here we are. What's with the sunflower seeds?" The police officer said.

"Just quit smoking.", he said, referring to the officer, "You're name is Bridget Anderson, right?" I nodded. He threw me two hideous orange outfits and a pair of boots. "1 is your work clothes; the other is your relaxation clothes. Every three days, your work clothes will be washed and you will wear your relaxation clothes as your work clothes. And, don't even try running away. We have the only water supply in over 100 miles. Either you'll die of dehydration, or you'll get bitten by a yellow spotted lizard."

"Yes, Mr.…?"

"You will call me Mr. Sir, nothing else. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes Mr. Sir."

"Now, put on your suit."

"Should I…with you in here?"

"Alright, I'll turn around."

I slipped off my shorts and put the orange suit on over my tank top. I left it un-zippered, because the heat would be literally unbearable, if it wasn't already. I took off my sneakers and put the boots on. I looked like an orange with a head and gray shoes. I put my shoulder length dirty blonde hair in a pony tail.

"Uh, you can turn around now."

He turned around, as he said "Follow me; I'll bring you to Dr. Pendanski."

I followed him, and luckily, I didn't have to spend any more time with him, because Dr. Pendanski was right outside the door.

"Well, I guess I'll go back in then." said Mr. Sir, turning happily around and going inside his office.

"Hello there Bridget, I'm Dr. Pendanski. Just because you've done a few bad things doesn't make you a bad person. I'll introduce you to your tent mates. You're in tent D. It stands for Diligence. Don't worry, these boys are very respectable." I followed him to tent D, hoping for the best.