A/N: Hello! A long time ago, on my old account I wrote this story and then completely forgot about it as I was busy with university. I picked it up again the other day and decided that I owed it to the story and for the wonderful people who read and reviewed it to carry it on. However, reading through it I couldn't help but cringe at my old writing, and so I have decided to revamp and remaster and hopefully make it better! So here it is, mystery of the fox remastered! I hope you enjoy, please R&R! (:

The time slipped by like sand with each strike of the second hand. The moments before her turn to enter the cold, unsympathetic courtroom prolonged unbearably by the trial before hers, now itching closer to an entire hour overtime. Crystal shifted restlessly in the hard chair, her simmering thoughts irritated over how it could take so long to discuss stealing a DVD, it was hardly a serious crime.

Then again, she considered, I haven't even committed a crime...

Before she could burn up anymore over the situation, the words of the judge in the room next door caught her by the heart and demanded her attention:

"...or you could go to Camp Green Lake."

Where had she heard that name before? It struck with her immediately as something so familiar, yet as she tried to picture a specific memory there was nothing but a thick haze in her mind. She shifted her seat closer to the door in an attempt to discover more clues.

"What's Camp Green Lake?" the unsteady voice of the convicted boy asked.

"It's a camp for criminal boys, helps to build character."

A moment's pause and then; "I...I think I'll pass..."

As the boy's alternative sentence was declared, Crystal's mind deliberated the prospect of this camp. With a revelling sense of revenge she thought of how good it would be to get her own back at her two-faced lying bastard of an ex-boyfriend by going to this camp and being whisked off by someone else, and it would be his entire fault. Also, this place seared with intrigue to her – why had she heard of this place before? Why did its very name set her mind spinning? Her expression hardened as her decision was made. If she was convicted guilty, she was going to Camp Green Lake.

"Guilty." The word rang out with the sharp sound of the hammer echoing across the steely gray walls. "I sentence you to two and a half years of jail."

"I want to go to Camp Green Lake."

Whatever the judge was expecting, Crystal knew it wasn't that. A look of surprise flashed across his face.

"You do realise, Crystal Fielding, that there aren't, or ever have been, girls at Camp Green Lake."

She merely shrugged, placing herself firmly in her choice.

"That's a bit sexist isn't it? Is it actually stated anywhere that girls can't go? Surely that would be compromising to rights of equality, don't you think?" she was pleased at how naturally and strongly the words tumbled from her mouth.

A moment of silence settled on the room as the Judge attempted to think of some way of dissuading; however he supposed she was right: Green Lake was never specifically an all boys camp, yet because of the physical demands of the place, girls just didn't go there. He looked up at Crystal's fierce iron-like eyes and admitted defeat.

"Your funeral," he shrugged, "two and a half years, Camp Green Lake it is."