Well hello again! It hasn't been very long and I want to thank all those who read and reviewed the last chapter. One of my reviews from pure1ruby. OMG! THANK YOU FOR MAKING ME LAUGH! That was the best review of all time. I am going to do a best review of the last chapter thing and its open until I post the next chapter so to all those who want to read pure1ruby's review it was "lol! make her beat the shit out of avery! the bitch needs a lesson ;P" Shout out to the usual suspects. I love you all!

Little-Miss-Music95

I don't remember how many times I hit Avery, I wasn't really aware I was actually hitting her until I felt strong arms warp around my waist. A voice was soothing me as I realized I had relapsed.

"Успокойтесь Роза, она того не стоит. Просто дыши Роза." I stopped struggling against the hold and took a deep breath. The grip let go and I turned to see Dimitri behind me. Mia was picking up Avery, but Avery shrugged her off.

"You little bitch, no wonder your mother sent you here. She couldn't wait to get away from you, so she sent you too this pathetic excuse for a camp with these losers. You are such a slutty bitch that nobody wants you here. Not even your friend who is obviously so desperate for a friend he chose you." She was smirking at Mia. I took a second to let what she saying sink in. The sad fact is, she was right. About everything. Janine didn't want me, Christian only puts up with me and he's the only friend I have here. I wasn't going to let her know that though.

"Yet again Avery may I remind you, I am not the one wearing denim underwear. To be honest with everyone here, I still have my V-Card. So before you go around calling people sluts, remember that they could always be on the precipice of punching you in the face. So think about your reply carefully, because if I really wanted to hurt you not even Dimitri could pull me off you." Her mouth hung open. She was shocked. Everyone on the bus was silent. I looked over at Christian, hoping he would defend his honor. She essentially called him a fake friend. He looked in shock. I went to sit down and ignore the intimidating stares of everyone around me, try to last the next three months on my own.

"Actually Avery, Rose has been my best friend since I started going to these camps and she is the most honest person I can think of. The fact that you obviously feel threatened by her just proves how pathetic you really are. Maybe it's time for you to stop being a total bitch and start being a real human being."

"And why am I feeling threatened by her?" The emphasis on 'her' pissed me off. It was like I was the scum on the bottom of her shoe. I rolled my eyes, why does this girl piss me off so much? I have met so many girls like her yet Avery just seems to get on that last nerve.

"Because she's fucking hot." I heard some guy from behind me pipe up. I turned and gave him a man-eating grin. He was cute, short brown hair and piercing green eyes. "Plus she's a gamer, so that put's any girl up like 50 levels." I laughed at that.

"Nice." He smirks at me. I look at Avery and notice her glaring at me.

"What about her makes her 'hot'?"

"Well, her hair doesn't have split ends, her ass is fine, her skin looks soft not dried out, she's not wearing makeup, her skin looks like the inside of an almond, it's obviously her natural hair colour." Her hand shot up to touch her roots, she glared at the boy behind me more and sat down in a grump. I turned and sat down looking at a shocked Lissa.

"Does this always happen?" I shook my head.

"Not on the first day. Normally day two." She laughed and I looked over to Dimitri. "What's my punishment oh wise one."

"Sucking up won't help you. We are going to do some training, every morning at 6:30 until 8 then every evening from 7:30 until 9. That should keep you out of trouble. By the way your left hook was a little weak. I can help you knock someone like her out one day." He winked at me and Christian gave me a high five. I sat back in my seat and got to know Lissa a little bit better.

3RD PERSON POV

"Are we all set up for this boys?" A slight cough was heard throughout the room, getting the attention of the man in the coat. "And girl." The room was always quiet at this point, like respect for the experiment.

"Sean, wait until they are through the pass then shut down the exits. Allow birds to fly through and we need to keep the 'wildlife' in. Who has the plan?" A young girl shouted through the silence. Her power was obvious from her higher chair. The big red throne she sat in stood out from the rest. Her long red hair was tied back this time, keeping it off her face so she could do what she needs. Her desk looked over the ones belonging to her co-workers. The screen's set up around the room were watching every room, every area used by the 'camp'. Two men sat in chairs around the room, computer screens hiding their faces from new comers. The youngest one's desk looked brand new, no photos of family members, nothing to show who owned it except for a single coffee mug with a name in capital letters 'JOE'. The older man had his desk cluttered with photos of his family. A young girl smiling with the younger man on one side of his desk, the other filled with pictures of a cookie cutter family. The lies behind the pictures were evident in the old man's eyes.

"I have the plan." The older man claimed. "They are to all get to the camp safely except for the Provocateur who will be injured by the Flower. The Leader will feel something and the Fire will meet his one true love." The joking nature of the last sentence was evident to all in the room. They had been working together, doing this job for five years.

"Sean, calm down. This may actually be a fun job this time." They were all smirking. The female at the entrance to the room was baffled. They were talking nonsense. "Security, don't stress yourself out. This shall be an easy job. Your job is to make sure nobody gets in. Nobody but us anyway." The guard could tell she was a powerful woman by the way she spoke. She hadn't slept her way to the top, she worked hard and it got her to where she needed to be. Now the lives of seven people, the rest are pawns in the story of 'the Flower'.