His squeals sounded like that of a pig. As they continued to drag him further away from the river, Connor Kifer (Boy No. 30) began to become more and more frantic. He desperately flailed around trying to get away but it just sent out more cruel laughter from his captors.

"What are we gonna do with this piece of shit?" Laquisha Jones (Girl No. 1) asked as she eyed Connor in disgust.

"We gon' fuck him up good, that's what," Jamal Young (Boy No. 6), the ring leader, spat back.

The group arrived at a small clearing where Jamal proceeded to toss Connor forward. Rolling like a bowling ball, Connor began to really cry. What I have done to deserve this?

Knowing that he was going to die, Connor went to last resorts ad without hesitation, he hissed, "FUCK YOU, YOU DIRTY NIGGERS!"

Immediately the group stopped laughing. Even the white kid in the gang, Marshal Saunders (Boy No.20) looked gravely insulted and disgusted. Jamal looked like he was about to pop a vein when he quietly asked, "What did you just say?

Not backing off, Connor held himself up from the ground and loudly yelled, "I SAID FUCK YOU, YOU DIRTY NIGGERS! THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT YOU ALL ARE, PIECES OF FILTH!"

Connor sputtered and spit blood out of his mouth towards the gang as he finished his sentence. He could feel the bullet slowly digging into his stomach, and he knew that he didn't have much time left.

"That's it," Tyson Dodge (Boy No.22) said gruffly as he pulled out his Smith and Wesson model 59 handgun. "You racist piece of shit."

With that, the boy shot two bullets out of the heavy gun. They landed squarely in each of Connor's knee caps. Giving out a blood-curdling scream, Connor rolled over onto his stomach panting for air. The gang was laughing again, and the cruel mockery reminded him of his days in school. Jamal's gang had always been some of the worst bullies that had ever picked on Connor. It was almost a routine for him and others alike: arrive at school, have names flung at you, hurry to class before it even started, eat lunch in the bathroom or were no one else goes, and hope to God that you'll be able to make it home before anyone got a hold of you. To his dismay, however, Connor was short and overweight and was no match at speed or strength for the bullies.

He really felt like he was in hell now. Everything hurt, but for some reason, his body just wouldn't let him die.

"Oo-oo, can I have a turn?" Laquisha piped up as she grabbed the gun out of Tyson's hands.

"Nah, baby, use this," Jamal said handing her the Ingram machine gun, "trust me, it's more fun."

Laquisha cradled the gun in her hands, but it was obvious that she had no idea hot to use it. Jamal stepped behind her and guided her arms and fingers into the right positions.

"Now, look through this little thing up here to aim," he said sensually in her ear. To Connor, it seemed like they weren't using a human for target practice, but were just having some fun at the archery range. They seemed to handle the situation too lightly.

"Pull the trigger when you're ready baby," Jamal said as he stepped back to make sure the gun wouldn't cock back into his face.

Laquisha squeezed down on the trigger sending out a barrage of bullets. Most of them missed, but some of them managed to hit Connor in his back sending him rolling again.

The pain was agonizing, but he still wasn't dead yet. His vision had turned into blur and it was getting so hard for him to breath. One of my lungs must be punctured. He wished he could be home right now watching T.V. or sleeping.

"Ok, my turn," Marshal grabbed the machine gun from Laquisha and almost immediately opened fire. The loud gun sent ringing through Connor's ears, even though it sounded faintly like a typewriter. The bullets tore through his right arm, severing it from his shoulder.

His blood gushed everywhere, but he was happy to feel his body starting to go numb. He couldn't hear anything that the gang was saying anymore, but he knew that his misery was about to end. The pain was finally going to go away. All he needed was one more bullet and then…

Through his clouded visions, Connor barely made out the figures from the gang walking away. At first he thought that it was just his messed up vision, but when all four of them disappeared, he knew that they had left him here to die. There was not going to be another bullet or another kick, only prolonged suffering.

Mustering up all the energy he had left, Connor yelled out, "COME BACK!"

But even he was surprised that it came out less than a raspy whisper.

There were two things that Juno Ullman (Girl No. 6) hated the most. One, her name, and two, complainers. Yet ironically, she was stuck with a bunch of them in disgusting smelling room.

With her boy-cut blonde hair, ripped jeans, and purple cardigan, Juno felt like she didn't belong with these people. Sure, they were nice and all but they'd all broken into hysteria and crying fits, and that really pissed her off. Juno couldn't help but feel that these girls were too "goody-goody".They were stuck in a really crappy situation, yet they didn't feel like taking initiative and doing something about it. Instead, they just sat there whining in self pity.

Right now, they could have been heading over to the recreational center, where many people were meeting up to discuss a way off the island. However, after a hardy debate, Juno was outnumbered and denied because of the other girls who "didn't trust boys". I mean what kind of shit is that? What are we like, five?

The only other person who had backed her up was Tawnie McAndrews (Girl No.10). She was the one who rounded up this group of girls that Juno was now regretting that she had joined. They were just getting on her damn nerves.

"Guy's I'm starting to run out of my insulin," Cecile Sanderson (Girl No.15) said from across the room where she was sitting on plastic chair. The diabetic was a small, frail African American girl with glasses and the bushiest hair that Juno had ever seen.

"Cecile, you need to use as little as possible so it can last you for three days. Also, I think you should lie down and try not to exert yourself too much," Tawnie said. Juno had always known that Tawnie had a knack for leadership. She was the valedictorian and had gotten a full scholarship to Yale. If anyone could get them out of this mess, it would be Tawnie, but of course ,for now, they were stuck in the mess hall.

Juno looked around the room and saw Nicole Simpson (Girl No.16) crying her eyes out in the corner of the room. She was just a mess. The last girl in the room was Emmie Vasiliadis (Girl No.25), who was quietly twiddling her fingers. If someone would have asked Juno who the prettiest girl in their grade was, she would have told them it was Emmie. Emmie was such a beautiful girl but no one (especially guys) noticed because of her extreme shyness. Her long, flowing dark hair contrasted with her sharp, blue eyes in such a way that Juno thought it was almost unnatural. She had asked her before if she wore contacts, but Emmie had told her it was her natural eyes color. If Emmie had been less reserved, she would have easily been sucked into Paige's Skank Squad.

One thing Juno had to admit, though, was that they had a damn good arsenal. Tawny had a pistol, Cecile had a pistol, Nicole had a fucking Uzi, and Emmie had a machine gun that Juno had seen before in an old gangster movies. The only thing that sucked, was that she had only gotten a can of measly silly string. How ironic. But she knew that when the time came to fight (which it would) she would be the one battling it out with everyone's guns while the girls screamed. Juno was a fighter, and she was determined to get off the island-alive.