CHAPTER 1: NOT-SO-HAPPY CAMPERS
Scar and Chris get to see the season two competitors
"You ready, Cookie?" My dad asked me. Ever since I was a baby, my dad has always called me Cookie, which never made sense to me since my name was Scarlet (aka Scar), which was nothing like Cookie, but I always went with it.
"More than ever, dad," I said, smirking.
The first boat pulled into the creaky dock, where dad had the architects mess with the posts. Bridgette walked off, same surfer attitude as always. She had her surfboard and a bag with necessary equipment for surviving this season. Chris greeted her and she walked to the same spot as last year.
Everyone else appeared in a timely, calm manner. They all eyed me weirdly, as the had probably never seen me. No matter how many times I had been to juvy, dad paid the press to keep off me, so I would always be home free.
Next was Geoff, then Trent, Gwen, DJ, Izzy, Heather, LeShawna, Courtney, Justin, Owen, Lindsey, Harold and Beth. But the one who left me speechless — who took my breath away and stare at his bright, mischievous teal eyes, was Duncan. The delinquent.
All the campers stood off to the side.
"Hello, season two campers! Guess what? You guys get a brand new camper! Her name's Scarlet," I glared, "...but call her Scar if you wanna live to see your parents. And boys, hands off her. I don't want your grubby little perv hands all over my daughter."
They all nodded, but at the last word, their eyes went wide.
"That's right. Daughter. Everyone, meet Scarlet McLean. Cookie, meet these freaks."
Courtney sniggered. "Cookie?"
Slightly embarrassed, my cheeks flushed a pale pink but I glared as hard as I could. "You know, I haven't been to juvy for a month now, which is my record. But I'd be happy to make an exception." I pulled out my pocketknife and lighter from my pocket and held them up menacingly. She gulped and hid behind Gwen, but Gwen held her hands up and moved away.
"Woah! Chris, can we have coed bunks this year? I wanna be near this chick."
Dad glared and said, "Hands. Off. I don't need three delinquents on my hands."
Duncan looked confused. "Three?" But I already caught on and blushed like the fourth of July.
"You, Scar and whatever accidental child comes from your carelessness."
Duncan blushed too and said, "Okay, now, we'd use protection!"
I shook my head. "Would we? Would we really? Cuz I doubt it."
Duncan blushed a deeper shade of red and rolled his eyes. But I gave him 'the look' and he muttered, "No, we probably wouldn't."
"Scar. You're grounded. And I'm calling the parole officer."
He turned and started walking to his hut. "Why?" I whined after him.
"To make sure you and Duncan never end up in the same juvy. I don't want you preggers."
I smirked and turned to face the campers. "We've made some major revisions around here..."