To be completly honest, the four of us weren't really that bad. We got into trouble, sure, but not the kind that got us sent to juvi or a place like where our parents went.

Usually.

"Officer, really. The tree jumped right in front of the firework." Matt argued, the four of us looking as angelic as we possibly could. You know, without bursting into laughter. The officer looked back at the four of us, seeing as we had stopped at a red light.

"Listen, the four of you haven't exactly been on the best terms with the law since probably before you could walk. Listen good, because I'm only going to say this once: pushing Mr. Jemilkin's car into the resovoir was your first and only warning. Now that you've gone and knocked over that tree, right into the street, and caused 3 cars to crash into eachother, I'm going to have to bring you kids in."

"But, officer-" I began, but was cut off by the sound of Matt's heavy metal ringtone. He opened his phone, and heard the very distinct voice of his sister, Kayla. He sighed and roled his eyes, until the very same brown eyes opened wide.

"Kayla, no way. You and LIttle A didn't." There was nervous laughter from the other side of the coverstaion, and the mention of my brother sent my interest into a higher gear than it was before.

"Shit... Mom and Dad know?" More talking from the other line, "You're in a cop car? Well, isn't that strange! So are we!" even more talking from the other line, "Ok, ok. Yeah I'll see you when we get there." He hung up the phone and put it in his pocket.

"Soooo...?" I inquired, interested in hearing what my brother and his best friend had gotten themselves into.

"Kayla and Little A stole, or, as she put it, liberated a bike. Yeah, stupid decision, and they got caught. Easily. Todays just another sunshiney day for our parents, huh."

In Jail

"God dammit, Dani." Dad said when he got us out of the cell. We were being charged for something or other and had to report in court, and so were Kayla and Little A.

"Haha, thank god you got us out of there dad! I was afraid that girl with the tatoo was going to beat us to a pulp with her bare hands. Or pull an Ozzy Ozborne and try and eat the head off of a bat. Or something insane." I was babbling, trying to stall.

"Yeah um sir thanks." Kayla said, rushingly. She flicked her blonde bangs away from her face, and glanced over at Little A who had obviously just done something strange. Typical Little A...

"Alan and Danielle, you're grounded. The rest of you, your parents will be informed." Dad shook his head in dissapointment, as I looked at Aaron. He seemed to be really pissed off. From what I'd have to ask him later.

For now, I was worried about the wrath of the She Devil: My mother.

Court

"Alright, kids. You've got two choices: jail or camp." I looked at my brother and my friends. Our expressions were the same. Sure, what the hell, camp it is then.

"Camp, your honor." Aaron stated. I looked over at the blonde boy, who nodded back at me. I rolled my eyes.

"Camp! Court dismissed." We filed out to meet our parents.

"Oh, hey! Guess what, 10 months in camp!" Monica cheered. Well then, your sarcasm actually brightened up my day!

Bus Ride

"Shut the hell up!" I screeched, my head blaring from the non stop singing of Kayla and LIttle A. 100 bottles of beer on the wall has to get old sometime.

"Watch your language, sis." The scratchy, obviously dry from singing, voice of my brother sounded. I laughed dryly as I tried to swat at him. My handcuffs prevented me from doing so, which angered me to no end.

"Someeeboddyyssss pissed!" My friends chorused. I glared at them and slumped my cheek onto the window, thinking about the non-extinct world of Happy Dani Land. Where butterflys and freakin' unicorns fly, and giraffes and narwhals frolic.

Narwhals and giraffes were my favorite animals. Giraffes because they're awesome and freakin' huge, and narwhals because of the fact that they are the unicorns of the sea.

Thoughts like these kept me alive long enough to make it to a place with a shallow looking lake, and wooden cabins. I could see several kids in gray shirts, that from here it was hard to make out exactly what they said. When we got closer I noticed the green lettering on their shirt said three words, three words from my parent's past.

Camp Green Lake.

"Holy. Freakin'. Crackers."