ok, so sorry for not updating in a billion years. I sorta got grounded...for stalking my teacher (but i swear we weren't stalking her! honest!) and on top of that, i had major writers block.

Sorry if this chapter is boring, but its needed. I promise there will be a 1000x more action next chappie. Real soap-opera drama, people ;)

enjoy!

oh, PS, thanks AshleyTmiiBiigStar. ur review made me smile! :-)

and PPS, fyi, i did try a honey tortilla with an onion.

Nasty.

Do. Not. Attempt.

:D

I gripped a bag of Doritos in my fingers and looked around nervously. It had taken us a while to convince Mr. Sir and the rest of the councilors that the Warden was actually letting us unload the truck and we wouldn't steal any of the food they ordered. I grinned and handed the bag to Magnet, along with a six pack of pop. Squid held up a loaf of bread, handed it to Zigzag who threw it to X-Ray, who stacked it nicely with the rest of the food in the back of the little shack. Magnet handed the chips and soda to Twitch, who snuck toward the tent with Armpit as a look out. It was the perfect plan, mostly because Zigzag had the skillful art of confusing the councilors of who was supervising. Now, they all just assumed someone else was watching us, even though no one really was.

I gripped another bag of chips and tossed them towards Magnet.

"Hex," Squid said softly, tossing a bag of onions toward Zigzag. "Did you get bread? And peanut butter?"

I dug through cans of beans until I found the jar of Jif. "Yup." I tossed that, along with a couple fresh loafs of bread, toward Magnet. He passed it on to Twitch, who ran off toward the tent.

I was literally drooling when I saw the food we would soon be eating. God, it looked so good. I tossed a bag of beef jerky over toward Magnet. Squid smiled.

"This is so great," he laughed, tossing a packet of tortillas over his shoulder.

I remembered the onion on the tortilla and honey. I'm made a face. I could almost feel the stinging of the hot juices intoxicating my senses. I shuddered and grabbed a can of salsa and tortilla chips, handing them off to Magnet.

"Almost done?" called X-Ray.

"Almost," I scanned the rest of the truck, grabbing a gallon of milk and handing it to Zigzag.

"Hey, look, cookies!" Squid almost squealed as he grabbed a bag of Chips Ahoy. "Did you order these?"

I looked at them. "No I ordered Oreos,"

Squid dug around in the cargo. "Oh, these?" he held up the blue package.

I nodded as he tossed them in the other direction.

We double checked the cargo to make sure we got all of our stuff, and then focused more on getting the rest of the camp's stuff unloaded. I saw Twitch and Armpit return from the tent.

"Just in time." I heard X-Ray mutter, "Here comes Mom,"

I jerked my head to see Mr. Pendanski trotting happily towards us holding a clipboard. "I'm going to take inventory," he said, smiling but threat still in his voice. "If one thing is missing, then you will be severely punished,"

I rolled my eyes. I knew he had no clue how he was to 'severely punish' us. He headed for the shack. I heard him begin counting and listing off food to himself. I grinned at the boys. They grinned back.

"I can't believe that actually worked!" said Armpit.

I rolled my eyes again. "Oh, give me some credit, will ya?" I snickered. "Though, honestly, I didn't think it would work either,"

They laughed just as Mr. Pendanski walked back out of the shack. Relief was on his face. "Good job," he said, smiling. "Nothing's missing."

"Of course," I said sweetly, batting my eyelashes. I tried to hold back my laughter when I saw Mr. Pendanski was buying my girlish act. "We just want to help,"

Mr. Pendanski looked at me, not sure what to think. I nodded at him and turned to go back to the tent. The others followed, keeping straight faces until we entered the flap. Then we burst out laughing.

"Oh, man that was great!" said Twitch, between giggles.

I beamed. "Let us feast. Where did you put the stuff, Twitch?" I turned to him.

He nodded toward his suitcase (which he unnecessarily brought to camp) and nudged it with his foot. "In here," He leaned down and unzipped the suitcase. I watched it like it was glittering treasure. And, technically, it was. I grabbed a piece of bread and the jar of peanut butter.

"Ok, you know we can't just chow down whenever right?" I said slowly. "We gotta make this last as long as possible."

The guys nodded and looked at me holding the peanut butter.

"Sandwich anyone?" I grinned and opened the cap.

"Do we have a knife?" asked Magnet, nervously.

I laughed. "Knives are for Girl Scouts!" I mocked Mr. Sir as I dug my finger into the thick residue. The guys smiled and followed suit, spreading it on a slice of bread and munching happily. I laid back on my cot, feeling rather proud of myself. I licked my fingers.

All I heard was the smacking of peanut butter until Twitch finally spoke up. "We should start a band,"

Everyone laughed. "Sure, Twitch," said Armpit, snickering.

"And how would we do this?" asked Squid sarcastically. "We have no instruments, and no audience. And no motive," he rolled his eyes. Twitch could be really retarded.

"Well, first we need a really hot lead singer," he said, taking another bite.

I stopped mid-chew. All the guys' heads slowly turned toward me.

"What?" I said with a mouthful of sandwich. "No, I am not prancing on a stage half naked with millions of people watching me!" I cried. I saw Zigzag glance from side to side.

"I can play drums," he said slowly. We all laughed.

"Don't encourage him, Zig," said Magnet, wiping his fingers on his pants.

"Hey, wouldn't be fun to start a band when we leave here?" Twitch said, sounding offended. "I mean, we will keep in touch, right?"

I glanced at Squid, feeling my stomach churn. "Hopefully," I said softly, trying to get back on the band subject before I burst into tears. "But a band with seven people, maybe nine if Stanley and Zero come back?"

Twitched waved his hand, as if brushing that thought away. "Oh, they weren't here to share in my genius. They can be the mangers or something."

I laughed. "That still leaves seven people."

Twitch thought about this. "Ziggy is the drummer, you are the lead singer," Oh God, he was actually serious about this. Oh, whatever. It wouldn't hurt to play along with his little fantasy!

"Hey, who said I was going to sing?" I raised an eyebrow. The guys looked at me like Are you really wanting to start a band? I shrugged and grinned.

"Well, we do need someone hot," said Twitch, smiling widely. I rolled my eyes, feeling myself blush.

"Why can't we have a hot guy sing?" I pitured one of the boys strutting around half naked.

Heh heh heh. This rock star fantasy was enjoyable.

"Like Squid?" they chorused. I threw my pillow at X-Ray, who was laughing his ass off. But that was a bad move, since now I had to lean on the wall. I crossed my arms and glanced at Twitch.

"What if I'm a bad singer?" I sniffed.

"Well, whatever," he said. "I can play guitar, a little..." he thought. "Maybe we can have a bass player,"

X-Ray shook his head. "Twitch, stop dreaming," he looked at me "And stop encouraging him!"

"Hey, we need a little fantasy around here!" I snapped back. "All we do is dig and play pool,"

"And jack food," said Magnet, holding up his fingers and wiggling them.

"That, too." I popped the last piece of my meal in my mouth. "Ah, I love real food." I sighed contentedly and licked my fingers of any left over peanut butter. I watched Twitch pout and shook my head. Who knows? He might start a great band someday.

"Hey, does anyone know if they're going to replace Stanley?" I asked no one in general.

X-Ray shrugged. "If they were, I think they would have done so by now, right?" he looked at the other guys for agreement.

The others nodded, muttering back "right," as they did so. I looked up at the ceiling.

Man, they were dead for sure.

--

I licked my chapped lips, thought I knew that would make them only drier despite the temporarily moistness. I wiped them with my sleeve, but that only made them dirty. I sighed, giving up, and jabbing my shovel blade into the dirt.

I wondered how many holes I had dug since I'd been here. I tried to remember how long ago Zigzag had said it was December, but time was impossible to keep track of here. It just melted into a day-in, day-out hardcore routine until one slowly went insane. It was like trying to hold water with spread fingers.

"Zigzag, what day is it?" I asked.

"December tenth," he said, dumping a shovel-full of dirt on his pile. I learned to never doubt him. Ever.

"Alright, thanks," Okay, so if I got here November second, that means on December first I was here for thirty days, counting the first, so... thirty-nine days? Thirty eight holes since...well; I didn't dig one the first day.

I squinted in the distance; it was about time the water tuck came, eh?

I sighed. "You know what we should do?"

"What?" Came the basic grumbles from random guys.

"Call the pizza guy...you know, one of those places where if they don't get here in less than thirty minutes, you get it for free? Yeah. He shows up here, like, nine hours after we call him, with that pissed look on his face. We take our pizza for free." It was retarded, but hey, I was just waiting for my water. My brain was going into dehydration mode, and whatever came out of my mouth was not accountable for any common sense what so ever. I scowled.

"When's the water truck getting here?" I hissed when the boys finished chuckling at the results of my thirst. "It's been, like, three years,"

Suddenly, I saw the arising dust cloud approach us. I grinned and hopped out of my hole, ready for my welcome refill.

"Ah," I sighed contentedly as I gulped my newly obtained treasure, and then went back to the endless hole I was attempting to dig.

"I fought the law, and the law won," I muttered as I scooped up out a small rock onto my pile. I heard X-Ray laugh.

"Nice, Hex," he said, shaking his head.

"I don't know, I thought that song fit,"

"Sure,"

"It does!" I scowled.

"It does, X, give her some credit," said Armpit, sniggering. I rolled my eyes and continued to dig, the song blasting inside my head. I found myself humming along. Hey, it was catchy!

I wiped away beads of sweat forming on my forehead and took a sip from my canteen. This hole, I realized, was so much easier than my first one. I smiled, but then frowned when I realized this hole was far from my last. I sighed and sank down down on m butt, taking refuge in the small amount of shade.

I was going insane.

--

I peered out over the top of my nearly finished hole. Twitch was sitting on the edge of his hole and dangling his feet. He wasn't too close to being done. I rolled my eyes and continued to dig, until I reached five feet. I bid my farewells to Twitch and dragged myself to camp, where I took my shower and flopped down on my cot, staring at the tent wall.

I noticed a small scorpion craw carelessly through the tent. He stopped several times, twitching his stinger, before moving around the bunks, most likely inspecting them for a suitable place to sleep. I watched him curiously.

I kind of reminded me of me when I didn't have a home. I would wander listlessly in the street, looking for a park bench or an open garage.

But hey, when I get out of here, it'll be the same thing. I blew air out of the side of my mouth and looked away from the scorpion, hoping to forget my troubles.

I couldn't. So, I got up and joined my fellow tent mates in the Wreck room, trying to push the wandering arachnid out of my mind as I forced myself to be animated.

I sighed. Time seemed to slow, and everything around me turned to blur.

Even animation has its down sides.

Kay, i kno chappie is short, but like i said, writers block. But i swear, waaaaay more in the next chappie.

Including a death.

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!